The Imposter

Blake had been glancing at the restroom door several times, waiting for Marissa to return. When she finally returned, he furrowed his brow in concern. "Is everything okay? You were in there for a while," he asked as she took a seat and flashed a smile.

Blake noticed the difference in her appearance - her makeup was gone, and her hair was now in a bun. "What happened?" he asked, leaning back in his chair and studying her up and down.

The woman's nerves began to kick in, but she forced herself to maintain her smile. "Oh, I just got splashed with water, so I had to wash my face and fix my hair," she explained, hoping Blake wouldn't notice anything suspicious.

Blake studied Marissa carefully, still sensing that something was off. "What happened to your voice, did you get a sore throat?"

She shook her head immediately, "No, my voice is fine. Why do you ask?" She knew her voice was a bit husky then Marissa but the tone of their voices still had a similarity.