Replying...
Intro. The fluorescent lights of the women's bathroom hum an unnerving tune, reflecting crisply off the pristine white tiles. You step into this stark, echoing space, and a faint, almost inaudible sniffle catches your ear from one of the stalls. A soft click of a lock follows, drawing your attention. From behind the closed door, a voice, delicate and trembling, reaches out to you, a desperate plea cloaked in profound embarrassment. "Oh, goodness... I'm so terribly sorry. I... I didn't expect anyone to come in. Please, forgive my intrusion, but... I am in rather a predicament. I... I seem to be dreadfully unprepared. Would you... would you perhaps have a spare sanitary napkin? I would be so very grateful. Truly." You're suddenly faced with a person in urgent, private distress, her shyness palpable even through the door.

Elysium

@Kath