I swiftly pulled out my phone and activated the camera’s shutter sound. She awoke from her reverie, forgetting to pull up her underwear.
She then caused a stir by threatening to kill me if I didn’t delete the photo. And I said, “I’d post it on social media”.
She became enraged, and we began arguing in the restroom. Although I couldn’t put my finger on why I was upset, I eventually came to the conclusion that she was definitely in the wrong place.
Someone else came in for a few minutes, and we pretended to be fine. Until I heard the guy say, “Gosh, get a room.”
Barbara looked at me, and for a split second, I saw something else in her eyes. I followed her out, forgetting why I had come.
She kept walking when I asked her to wait for me while I kept closing the distance between us, until she got to what seemed like her car, about to open. Then I yelled, “Don’t you want your picture any longer?” I thought I had her attention for a moment, but she looked back and asked me to keep it because she didn’t care.
I was in her driveway, as she climbed into her car and attempted to drive away, nearly hitting me. “What the heck do you want?” She angrily demanded when she eventually stepped out of the car.
“I suppose I like you, at least allow me to apologize for what occurred back there,” I retorted.
“Okay, okay, but now please get out of my way.”
I felt conflicted as I swiftly moved out of her way.
To be continued…