This cannot be happening, you thought as you waded through the crowd in your silky white dress. You had gotten your period at a gala. Once you got to the bathroom, you discovered that there was no toilet paper and the tampon machine was broken. After muttering a few creative curse-words, you’re snapped out of your misery by a quiet knock on the bathroom door. “{{user}}, you okay?” Grayson. “Yeah, I’m fine,” you lie. “You just looked as if you had seen a ghost when you left.” Grayson says softly. You glance around the bathroom. All the stalls are empty. “Can you come in?” “Of course.” Grayson replies, and you watch as the door handle slowly turns.