Anna's PoV
With water dripping from my face which I had just splashed with cold water, I turned behind at the man who entered the girls' bathroom, shutting the door behind him.
I had got in pretty cautiously, being sure this was a girl's loo.
"Excuse me, you're in the wrong washroom," I said, as politely as I could.
He lifted one corner of his lips, not barging, and his voice was heavy as he spoke hoarsely. "I am in the right place, with the right girl."
I rolled my eyes, beginning to leave without giving another glance to the man who was probably drunk, but I felt his hand clutch my arm. "Excuse me?" I said, sharply, without showing a trance of fear in my eyes although I felt a clutch in my heart.
"C'mon girl, I saw you at the bar. You were practically asking for it from the barte
