We're still in his office. We haven't eaten yet and I'm already hungry, I've been hungry for a while. He's not doing anything else but staring at me. His gaze is a little intimidating, but I just looked around. He must like the color gray and black. That's the color I see on his walls and tiles, even his table and swivel chair. The colors are organized.
He smiled. "Beautiful, baby," he suddenly said. I felt my face heat up so I looked away. I stood up and put my bag on the sofa, it was making my shoulder sore, my bag isn't that big, it only has my phone and tissues.
I looked around again and noticed two black doors. One on the right and one on the left.
Does he have a gym here?
"Where's your bathroom here?" I looked back and forth at the two doors. I've been needing to pee for a while, but I can't leave. He's watching my every move.
"The one on the right," he pointed to the door behind me. I immediately went into the bathroom, carrying my bag. Even here, it smells rich.