Caffeine Freak
Caffeine Freak
The familiar click of the door raised Jack's head, although he instinctively decided to avoid Imogen until she had disappeared into her room. Hastily, he slipped into the vacant bathroom, shutting the door behind him. Strangely enough, Jack found himself debating whether he should leave the door unlocked - perhaps so him and Imogen could call it even. The thought didn't last long under the wave of embarrassment that followed. No, that'd be insane. Jack pulled his mind out of the gutter and moved his body into the shower.
Jack couldn't help it, he popped his head out of the shower to check that he'd actually remembered to lock the door. He still couldn't quite make it out. Climbing out of the shower, Jack twisted the lock, all the while checking the bolt through the slight gap between the door and its frame. The bolt only shifted partway, and when Jack experimentally pulled at the handle, he realised that the lock was broken.
"Oh..."
Realizing that whatever illusion of privacy the lock had brought him was fruitless, Jack quickly dried himself off and pulled on his clothes. Surely Imogen didn't sabotage the lock as a prank... or surely he didn't do the same and then forgot about it. Whatever the reason, Jack decided to keep the fact to himself.
Jack couldn't help it, he popped his head out of the shower to check that he'd actually remembered to lock the door. He still couldn't quite make it out. Climbing out of the shower, Jack twisted the lock, all the while checking the bolt through the slight gap between the door and its frame. The bolt only shifted partway, and when Jack experimentally pulled at the handle, he realised that the lock was broken.
"Oh..."
Realizing that whatever illusion of privacy the lock had brought him was fruitless, Jack quickly dried himself off and pulled on his clothes. Surely Imogen didn't sabotage the lock as a prank... or surely he didn't do the same and then forgot about it. Whatever the reason, Jack decided to keep the fact to himself.