~DIORA~
"Oh, my God, Marco, he is insufferable!" I stepped out of one of the stalls, slamming the door shut as though it was the object of my aggression. The force at which it rammed back against its hinges made me feel like it was about to rip the door off its hinges.
Marco's deep chuckles filtered into my ears and my lips pursed in a deep frown as I strutted towards the sink, dropping my phone on the countertop.
"It's not funny, Marco. I am serious." I whined, turning the faucet on. I got a little soap on my hands, washing it off afterwards.
"Okay, okay. I am sorry, Tesoro. Treasure." He chuckled.
I rolled my eyes, snatching a tissue off the wall to wipe my hands.
"But…" He trailed off.
"I am sure he can't be that bad." He countered softly and I groaned, picking up the phone and h
