She said no

Claire Delaney was wearing a navy blue short bodycon dress which hugged her curves in the right places. She was more on the slim side, the model figure to be exact but not that he cared about it either... At other times, his throat might have dried because of how hot she looked but... now right now.

The anxious expression on her face was getting to him.

He could not study those expressions in detail because she was already walking inside the bathroom... 

What's bothering her exactly? 

Is she uncomfortable? In a place like this at past 1 am, is that making her uncomfortable? 

But if so, why would she come here in the first place?

...

Unaware of the fact that the man who is on her mind had been playing her on his mind, Claire stepped inside the washroom and washed her face. 

Once, twice, thrice, and at some point, she just kept slapping water on her face. Hard.