"Why… why would you bring yourself here?" Ambrose questioned, pacing around the restroom now. "I–I wasn't expecting you and I don't think—"
"Here," Viktor repeated from the other end, tone knowing. "That means you really are here in this Guild building. Right now."
Ambrose buried his face in a palm. He didn't know whether to laugh or cry. Maybe screaming would work in this case. Because why the fuck did this feel like he got himself a stalker?
"Look, I'm not ready to see you yet." He stared at his reflection while saying that, fingers brushing over some ash on his cheek. "Can we—wait a minute…"
His breath hitched.
For a split second, everything existed at once. The different stalls in the restroom. The unflushed mess in one of them—ew. Then beyond the restroom and into the lobby.
Every footstep. Every breath. Every movement. It all slammed into him at once.
Ambrose doubled over, gripping the sink.
