In the next coming days, Namitha aunty started visiting my flat more frequently and even I started spending more time with her.We started establishing...a good relationship and in no time we got close to each other. In this way, we exchanged our contact numbers and initially, we started chatting by sending some funny jokes and some pictures of morning wishes and good night messages. Later I started sharing some double meaning jokes and naughty messages which she really liked.And sometimes we use. That barista was giving you the eye and you didn't notice. I don't get that kind of look from my cat when I feed her." We found a bench on the street to sit for a few moments.Quiet slurps as we drained our cups and thought of what to say. "I guess the other girl always has it better than you, eh. Look, this might be pushing my luck, but I'd like to see you again." My voice was throbbing with sincerity. "Really? I didn't expect this when I went in for tea." She sounded surprised like she wasn't. And then it happened...I heard the sound of feet walk towards the door. I practically vomited out of fear. I knew that it was fairly unlikely that we'd either of us come out of this situation well. We'd be lucky to get out with any teeth left, or blood! "Oh shit, why the fuck did I come in here today. Why did I think this was a good idea?" I heard voices, no not voices, mere hints at whispers, the subtle nuances of lowly uttered words meant solely for the ear where they're directed. What was. He led me to the men’s room. Since I actually had to pee I didn’t argue. He stood at the door and motioned me towards the stalls. The first few were a mess but the last one looked untouched.“It’s really awkward knowing you’re standing there listening,” I confessed. Of all things to be embarrassed about, granted I’d never found myself in this type of situation before. “Skye, it’s natural human function, we’re going to spend the rest of our lives together, I am bound to hear you pee some point,”.