ANDREA.
Fred came into the bathroom while I was in a dishevelled state. I had pretended to be washing my hands but my heart was drumming non stop.
Diego had to quickly hide in one of the bathroom stalls since Fred was still in the hallway that led to the bathroom.
“Andrea…..” Fred called, his voice brimming with concern as he stepped into the bathroom. I pressed my lips together and tried to maintain my composure as I turned to him.
“Are you okay? You have stayed here for long” Fred said, coming closer to feel my temperature.
“I'm…. I'm…fine” I stuttered, trying to make the whole situation obvious. f*****g get it together, Andrea!
“Are you nervous? Does my mom make you uncomfortable?” He asked again and I forced a smile and nodded slightly. I just need to go home. I have really
