Jensen Sterling walked to the place the staff had just pointed out. The so-called dressing room was actually just a temporary little hut, with two sections - one for men, and one for women.
Jensen stood in front of the door, raised his arm, his fingers slightly bent, and gently tapped on the door.
For a while, there was no movement inside, silent and still. The man furrowed his brow slightly. Just as Jensen was about to raise his hand to knock again, the door to the room next to him creaked open.
When Jensen turned to look, he saw Nolan Sinclair standing at the door, his hand still in the act of opening it.
For a moment, even the air seemed silent, until Nolan broke the stillness.
"Didn't expect to see you here, Mr. Sterling. Is there something you need?" Nolan leaned against the door frame with a faint smile, asking.
He glanced at where Jensen was standing, slightly tilting his chin in that direction. "Looking for someone?"
Jensen replied casually, "Yes."
