He shook his head. This was too much. He couldn’t pee right now, in front of her.
“Oh, come on,” she said. “I can’t even see you peeing. That is ridiculous.”
He stood in front of her, staring at a spot on the floor. The silence stretched on.
“Are you peeing? Are you done?” she prompted, eyeing the clock.
He shook his head, miserably. His bladder hurt by now, but she was staring at him. He pretended he was somewhere else, that she wasn’t there. It felt so strange to try to pee while wearing clothes. Every instinct told him to hold it in, but he knew he had to overcome it. He shut his eyes completely, and tried to pretend he was in front of a toilet with his fly open.