I followed the group forward, with unease rising in my heart.

The tattooed feet were moving in front of the group, and this time I didn't dare to look up even though I was curious, for fear of upsetting the Big Man next to him again.

Did we all go into the washroom together? The Big Man, who mistakenly thought I was provoking him, also went in, so what if I bump into him later?

A few of the people following me saw my ostrich-like wilted head and laughed out loud.

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