The water from the faucet continued to flow, gushing noisily as if singing a merry chant until a person walked out of the men's restroom. Standing next to Howard Coleman to wash his hands, he looked at Howard through the large gold-rimmed mirror several times. He realized that the man standing beside him appeared utterly oblivious to his surroundings and couldn't help but remind him, "Sir, the faucet isn't turned off yet."
Howard came to his senses, pursed his lips tightly and nodded at the man who had reminded him, then turned off the faucet and headed straight out of the restroom.
"Sir, is this your phone?" Howard had only taken a few steps when he heard the man's voice behind him again.
Howard stopped, took his phone back, and dryly said "Thank you." Suddenly, he seemed to lose all his strength and leaned against the wall in the hallway outside the restroom.