7.
Who could have imagined that a hotel could have such beautiful showers? I smiled content as I let the very wide stream of water run over my body, steam rising at the exact right temperature. The size of the cabin itself was still very small, but I could understand that, it made up for it in warmth and shower-head-span. I was lucky no one else was using the other two showers right now, so I was all alone.
Creak-
Or so I thought. It made me feel like experiencing a déjà vu. Thinking back to the bathroom incident made me unconsciously smile. I quickly shook that thought away, because the chance that this would be Jack again was pretty low.
I didn't want to see whatever person was showering next to me when we both got out at the same time, so I tried to finish as soon as possible, although I really wanted to stay in there a little bit longer. Because I didn't want anyone to walk in on me changing or walk through the hallway with just a towel, I changed in the stall, which was a little bit difficult (considering the small space) – and cost valuable time.
After I switched off the water I got my fresh clothes out of my plastic bag I hung in the stall, so they wouldn't get wet. I struggled to put on my shorts, when I suddenly heard the person next to me humming. It was very hard to hear trough all the water making sound, but I was sure it was-
“Jack?” I call out, immediately regretting it. The water stopped. Did he hear me? I tried not to breath or to make any sound whatsoever. “Hello?” He asked, which was followed by silence. I didn't say a thing, pretended to not be here, playing hide and seek like children when he's out to find me.
“Is someone there?” he asked again, but I stayed silent. A part of me wanted to be found, another tried his hardest to resist the urge, tried to stay as calm as possible. Seconds felt like hours with me not moving an inch, when finally, the water started running again. I grabbed my stuff as fast as possible and dashed out of the shower, still half wet, but at the moment I didn't care enough.
Jack seemed to hear my escape, obviously, and turned off the water again. I ran outside the bathroom door and could still hear his 'wait!', but I didn't dare to stop now. I could only imagine the awkwardness and his reaction, when he knew I just randomly called out his name, stayed silent after he asked who it was, and then dashed out of the bathroom without another word. Yes – no, I wouldn't want to live through this hell, thanks.
I reached my room, a little breathless with everyone's eyes on me for well-known reasons. I just climbed on my bed and hid under the sheets, ignoring the questions they asked me. I felt really pathetic.
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“Do they really only have croissants and toast?” I asked no one directly, trying to ignore Jack's intense staring at me during breakfast the next day. Well, under normal circumstances I would be happy, him looking at me and all that, but these weren't normal circumstances. I tried to avoid looking him, and I felt like our roles were reversed. Did he feel the same when I always looked at him? Does he know I always look at him? You really do know when you are being watched...
I just couldn't shake off the feeling he knew I was in the shower with him yesterday. Why else would he stare at me like that! He had this searching look, like he wanted to figure me out somehow, just by staring. I hoped he would just forget about it after today. I didn't want that kind of attention from him.
It seemed that after his friends were fed up by him staring at me, they convinced him to stop and continue eating – what he eventually did, thank god. I sighed in relief, but felt a little sad after he stopped giving me attention, even if it was through weird staring. I tried to forget about it and drowned my thoughts with my hot chocolate.
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