THUMP THUMP. “Thirty seconds!”
“Coming!” Luke hollered. He knows he’s not wearing the nail varnish but he doesn’t have time. He shoves everything back inside his little rectangular bag, quickly rinsed his fingers, and shoved them under the dryer. He has a quick glance at his reflection before exiting the washroom. His face is even, pale, and almost featureless… save for his striking lipstick. He takes a deep breath.
The concierge looks Luke up and down as he exited the washroom. “What took you so long?” she barked, tapping on her wristwatch. “Twenty minutes and you haven’t even painted your nails!”
“Sorry I was er…” Luke gulped and timidly looked her in the eye.