“God, Austin,” I shouted as I stepped from the stall and wiped my mouth. “I didn’t mean to do that.” He didn’t say anything. He just stood wide-eyed and stared at me. Finally, he blinked several times and raised his hand to his mouth.
“It’s okay,” he said as he stepped out of the stall. “Really.” He walked over to a sink, turned on the water and then splashed some on his face. After grabbing a handful of paper towels, he looked at me in the mirror as he wiped his face dry. I gave him a puzzled