As you were setting up with the other girls, they were chattering about some blue eyed visitor. They all were irritated and didn’t plan on trying to accompany ‘him’. ‘He’ was said to be bland and heartless.

Mizu sat in the stall she claimed from the owner for a few hours. By herself, she contemplated her plan of revenge to Fowler. She enjoyed it when the women who came over to fill her water, didn’t speak.

Her back to the door, she focused on her breath. Then a knock came. She groaned.