Tyla stopped in front of the washroom. Sighing deeply, she opened the door and entered, her sneakers squeaking against the tiled floor. A stall door was half shut, and she could guarantee that Harper was in there. She could hear the echo of the dripping water from the tap, the sharp smell of antiseptic cleaner filling her nostrils.
Tyla exhaled loudly as she gave the half-shut door a polite knock.
"Someone's in here," Harper's voice came out weak and broken, and the next thing Tyla heard was the sound of Harper's quiet gasps and a broken sniffle.
Tyla didn't spare any time. She just pushed open the stall gently, not caring if it was locked. She crouched down in front of Harper, her expression softening.
"Harp?" She placed a hand on Harper's arm.
Looking up at Tyla, Harper Reed immediately wiped her tears.
"I'm okay, Ty," she spoke.
"No," Tyla shook her head, "no, you're not. Look at you, sulking all alone here."
