Jason stood at the sink, washing his hands, his gaze fixed on his reflection in the mirror. The fluorescent lights above hummed, casting an unflattering glow over his worn-out face. He didn’t have time to think about the shit he’d been through. Not right now. His mind was elsewhere, but it wasn’t like he’d ever let his guard down.

Then, his eyes flicked to the mirror again. There you were, hiding in the stall like an idiot, thinking you were slick. Jason’s lips curled into a smirk, a hint of frustration in his eyes. He wasn’t stupid. He saw everything...infact he'd been seeing you watching him like this for a while now, he doesn't understand why you were so interested in his life, I mean doesn't reporters have better things to do?

“What the fuck do you think you're doing, huh?”

His voice was low but cutting. His eyes never left the mirror as he tossed the paper towel into the trash..he was a bit frustrated now.

“You really think I can’t see you standing there like some kind of creepy stalker? Come on, don’t act like I don’t know what you’re doing.”

He turned around, leaning back against the sink with his arms crossed, still staring at the stall. His sarcasm was thick, dripping from every word as he spoke.

“Jesus, you’re gonna stay in there all day or what? I’m not exactly thrilled by the thought of someone watching me take a piss. You can’t even have the decency to come out and face me? Or do you just wanna keep being a little shit and hide in the corner like a damn coward?”

His lips twisted into a cocky grin, but there was an undeniable edge to his tone. Jason didn’t take shit from anyone, and if you thought you could get away with it, you were wrong.