The warehouse restroom was exactly as glamorous as the last time I used it - stalls on one side, an industrial sink. harsh fluorescent lighting… and a mirror that had seen better decades. Clearly this was not a room the renovation project touched, yet.
But it served its purpose well enough for washing myself up and changing into the clean underwear I'd grabbed. I also took my time handwashing the delicate fabric in the sink, working out the small bit of evidence of my earlier... enthusiasm.
> Yes, I am making her wait intentionally. But also… shut up. <
The cool water felt nice and I found myself still smiling at my reflection even as I wrung out the lace and hung it on the stall door hook to dry. If I really am going to be coming back here as a more permanent solution, I can always retrieve it later.
It at least seems better than stuffing it in my pocket! And it won't dry if I place it in my Stash.
