Anna strolled into the bustling coffee shop, her cheeks flushed from the brisk winter air. She paused at the entrance, checking her phone as she waited for her friend. Inside, the café buzzed with the sounds of steaming milk and chattering customers; it was already crowded, even for a Saturday morning.
After a few moments, her friend Abby arrived looking equally cold but far more frazzled. They exchanged greetings and hurried towards the restrooms, another cup of coffee within reach. As they entered, Anna let out a long sigh of relief, grateful to finally get out of the chilly weather.
Abby, on the other hand, looked like she had just stepped into a sauna. Her cheeks were bright red, and sweat trickled down her forehead. She shrugged it off, mouthing "too hot." But Anna knew better; she had just finished running three miles in the biting cold, and Abby was always a bit more temperature sensitive.
Anna headed towards an empty stall while Abby undid her coat and tossed it carelessly on one of the hooks. As Anna sat down, she couldn't help but think about how cramped the stalls were. "I hate pooping in public," she muttered under her breath, attempting to ignore the pounding in her bladder.
Meanwhile, Abby dragged her sweaty shirt over her head and threw it onto a nearby stack of towels. Then, feeling the heat even more intensely now that she was bare-chested, she started fanning herself with her hands. Just as she was about to give up and leave the surprisingly stinky bathroom, someone else entered the stall next to Anna's.
Abby bit her lip anxiously, not wanting to share the tiny space with anyone else. But there was someone else who needed to use the bathroom just as badly as she did. She took a deep breath and tried to ignore the loud flushing noises coming from the stall next door.
After what felt like an eternity, Abby finally couldn't hold it any longer. She let out a deep sigh and squeezed her eyes shut, trying to block out the noise of the other people in the bathroom. And then, just as she felt the first tremor in her bowels, she heard someone peeking through the crack in her stall door.
Her cheeks flushed with embarrassment, Abby quickly pulled her pants down and focused on emptying her bowels. The smell was unbearable, and she could feel her cheeks burning with shame. Abby heard someone snickering outside her stall and wanted to kick open the door and confront them, but she couldn't risk anyone seeing her like this.
Finally, she was done. Abby hesitated for a moment before showing the inside of the toilet, giving the person just a glimpse of her bare bottom. She wiped herself roughly and made her way to the sink, taking a deep breath of relief as she washed her hands. Just as she was about to leave, she heard someone else enter the bathroom - it was Anna, looking equally annoyed.
"What took you so long?" Abby asked, her voice dripping with sarcasm. Anna shot her a dirty look before opening the stall door to reveal a awful mess; the toilet was filled to the brim with poo, and the air was thick with the stench of urine.
"Nice try," Abby said, rolling her eyes. "You're not getting out of cleaning that, you know." They both laughed, their previous embarrassment fading into the background as they joined the rest of the café patrons to enjoy their coffees.
