Layla's face lost its color, quickly replaced by a deep, burning red. She lowered her gaze as tears began to roll helplessly down her cheeks.
Never in her life would she have believed that a day would come when embarrassment would strike her to this extent. It felt unbearable, almost suffocating, as though there was no possible way for her to recover from this humiliation. At that moment, she truly believed she could not.
Austin's eyes widened as he stared at her tear-streaked face. He had almost fallen asleep when he heard the knock on the door, only to open it and find Layla standing there, looking as though she might faint at any second.
From the way she stood and the panic in her eyes, it seemed she had simply taken the wrong direction while searching for the bathroom.
"Come in. You can use mine," he spoke softly.
Layla merely nodded, her head lowered. She could not even begin to understand why her fart had been so loud.
Yet she remained standing there.
