Freya:
For some strange reason, I could always think better in the shower. It was as if the warm water helped my brain come up with new ideas, or in this case, solutions.
I was enjoying the quiet until there was a pounding on the door.
"Freya! Freya!"
I stopped in mid-foam and stared at the door, "What's wrong, Zack?"
Instead of answering, he pounded on the door again until it broke off its hinges and landed on the tiles. I winced as the sound echoed in the bathroom and squinted, "Really? You couldn't just wait until I opened it?"
It was clear he wasn't paying attention to a word I said, because he casually stepped over the broken door and opened the shower door.
"What the hell? Zack. You're going to get water all over the floor!" I screeched as he pulled me out. He handed me a towel and helped me dry off.
"What's going on here?" I asked again, annoyed.