I fell on my knees after hearing her words. I'm the worst..   "Why won't this freaking door open?!" Tiffany kicks the door.   Hearing that made me crawl to her.   "What happened?" I asked.   "What the hell?! Are you some kind of a dog now?!"   I didn't realize I was still on my knees. What an embarrassment!   "The heeeell!!!! I left my phone on my car!!!!" She kicks it even harder.   "Is anybody there???" She shouts.   "I don't think anyone is still around. Our boss told us to go straight home after rhe event, including janitors. He said they could just enjoy this day and do all the cleaning tomorrow." I said.   "How could you relax after being trapped in this place?! And seriously?! Of all places, why the comfort room?!" Tiffany gets even more annoyed.   "We don't have a choice but to wait here until 6am." I sit down in front of the door.   "You planned this, didn't you?! You moronic bastard!" Tiffany kicks me.   "Who do you think you're kicking, you crazy psycho?!" I exclaimed as I massage the part that she kicked.   "Crazy psycho?! Ha!" Tiffany smirks while shaking her head.   She takes her heels off. .. Is she planning to hit my head with it?!   "I WAS still that person you knew. But not now! I'll kill you!" I throws her heels at me.   "I knew you would kill me one day!" I ran to avoid her heels.   "I'm a crazy psycho, am I not?! So I'll do this!" She takes her heels from the floor to throw it at me once again.   "You're still so pretty even when you're mad." I suddenly laughed while looking at her angry face.   My words made her stop and put her heels down.   "You're the true crazy psycho here, not me." She said.   She walks towards me and put her hand on my..oh wait.. She's just taking my phone.   "Why didn't you even tell me that you have your phone with you?!" She rolls her eyes.   "You didn't even ask." I half whispered.   She glares at me.   She called Stanley using my phone and told him what happened and thank god, he quickly went to save us.   "I was waiting for you at the parking lot. I thought you were doing some retouch or something that's why I didn't bother calling and just waited." Stanley told me.   Tiffany left without saying a word after putting her heels back.   "Let's go." I smile slightly.   Now, thinking of it, she didn't stop from throwing her heels on me because of what I said, but because she noticed the bump of my phone in my pocket. Why would she even still be affected,  right? It's not like she's like me who still has a heart that pounds for her and hurts at the