Cold water streamed down the running tap, its steady murmur whispering through the quiet restroom. Jay stood motionless before the sink, his fingers trembling slowly beneath the running water as his chest tightened around his thoughts.
'What a piece of shit, how dare you, he—'
The restroom door swung open and Jay's head snapped up, his eyes darkened and hardened at the same time.
A lazy grin tugged at Jamel's lips.
"Why are you glaring daggers at me?"
Jamel asked, goading him. "The last time I checked, this restroom belongs to everyone."
Jay bites his lip as rage burns in his chest; his fingers are curled against the sink. Without answering, he shuts off the tap and turns to leave, but Jamel steps in his path, blocking his doorway.
"Please," his voice calm, "excuse me."
Jamel scoffed; his hands tucked into his pocket, he held Jay's stares without the slightest intention of moving. Then the smirk on his face widened, which made Jay's patience snap.
