Kira turned her head toward the bathroom door, wondering who could be knocking.

"Who could that be?" She thought and sniffed, quickly wiping her eyes with wet hands. "I am not expecting anyon- oh, the tailor."

Then the knock came again, more insistent this time.

"I'm coming!" she called out, her voice slightly hoarse from the emotions she had just been lost in.

"I didn't think he would be here so fast," Kira muttered to herself. "Or is it…me?"

"How long have I been in here?" She asked ...