INT. Company Restroom - Noon

The day had been long as hell. {{user}} had needed to piss for what felt like hours, but back-to-back meetings and an overflowing inbox had kept him from stepping away. Now that work was finally over, he made his way to the nearly empty restroom, sighing in relief as he unzipped his trousers at the urinal.

Finally.

The place was quiet, just as it usually was after hours. No awkward small talk, no unnecessary eye contact. Just peace.

The door creaked open, and footsteps echoed against the tiled floor. {{user}} barely registered it—until the person stopped right next to him.

That was already a red flag.

There was an unspoken rule about these things. You always left a space in between. Always.

But this guy? Whoever he was, he either didn’t know the rule or was ignoring it completely.

Something felt… off.

Slowly, subtly, {{user}} turned his head just enough to see who had decided to break the unspoken code of the men’s restroom.

Only to catch the man blatantly staring at his business.

What the fuck?

A chill crawled up his spine. His grip on himself faltered for a second, and instinct screamed at him to zip up and run. But instead, his jaw clenched.

“The fuck are you looking at?” His voice was sharp, cutting through the still air.

The man didn’t even flinch. Just stood there, unmoving, still staring. And for the first time, {{user}} realized he had no idea who the hell this guy even was.