Presley was seated by herself on the patio outside the room she was sharing with Cruz when a voice hissing her name called her. She looked over the rail and noted Algernon standing there.
“What the actual hell?” She questioned quietly. Why now of all time did Cruz say he needed the bathroom? She was not close enough for them to be using toilets in each other presences and so she’d vacated to the patio, despite him telling her he wasn’t shy and she could stay. She shuddered with the notion and then looked back at Algernon. Which was worse? Algernon or Cruz seated on a toilet with the door off the room. Right now both men felt repulsive.
“Presley. Your name is Presley right?”
She did not want this man to know her name but yet something in his facial expression told her something was wrong
