Faculty of Business and Management.
Thalia pushed the toilet door. She warily scanned her surrounding.
A brisk, breezy wind blowing out of nowhere toward her and gently caressed her jet, black hair. She felt a sudden chill and unconsciously rubbed her arms to produce some heat. Outside is blazing hot, while inside the toilet, the temperature dropped quite a bit. She gulped her saliva, pondering whether her decision to come here is a wise choice or not.
Maisarah frequently reprimanded Thalia in her stern voice, reminding her, again and again, to never court trouble. However, she is a really stubborn girl by nature. She rarely appreciated other's advice, despite knowing their good intention. Hence, here she is, actively sought for conflict and never look around before she leaps into trouble.