>Mallory
"I'll just go to the bathroom first," I said, standing up and excused myself.
I barely took a few steps before I heard the door open behind me.
"Yo!" that voice was familiar to me.
I let out a quiet sigh and closed the bathroom door harder than needed.
The soft yellow lights warmed the room, and the smell of lavender filled the air. I paused for a second. I never understood why he liked that scent so much. Still, he always bought lavender soap, lavender spray, lavender everything for the house.
I turned on the faucet and cupped cold water into my hands, splashing it onto my face. The chill made me gasp, but it helped. My thoughts slowly settled. I shut the faucet with a small push and leaned closer to the sink.
I looked at my reflection in the mirror. My face looked calm, but my eyes said otherwise. I took a few deep breaths, then dried my hands under the air dryer, the low hum filling the silence.
Once I felt ready, I pushed the door open.
