HARPER
"Clara," I called, stepping into the sixth. I wouldn't know the exact one she was in. I had seen at least five restrooms, and she was in none of them.
I opened one of the doors, then a second, reaching for the third, I heard the unmistakable sound of a fart. I gagged, pinching my nostrils and darting out as fast as I could.
"Fucking disgusting," I wheezed, releasing the breath I was holding.
What the hell was wrong with people?! Maybe they've forgotten they weren't in their home and could do as they desire. I grimaced, caressing my stomach as it churned. Now I regretted going there in the first place. My mouth tasted like a fart, and I wondered how long I'd be able to get the nasty smell and thoughts out of my head.
Still, I had no luck with Clara. The more I searched for her, the more it seemed I was getting lost in this vast building. I could barely navigate my way around. All I knew was I needed to find Clara.
