Kristyn swore as she stared at the showerhead. Bent over the tub, she swung the taps in every direction she could but nothing happened. No water spouted overhead. No water filled up the tub. Nothing. Nada. “I paid the bill. I’m sure I did!” Clad in only a terrycloth robe she stepped out of her room and called out, “Scott?” He opened his bedroom door and stuck his head out. “Yeah?” “Do you have water in your en-suite?” “You don’t?” She shook her head and watched as he disappeared, only to reappear a moment later. “I do. Is there something wrong with your bathroom?” “I was going to take a shower, but there’s no water. I thought maybe it was everywhere in the house.” “Doesn’t seem like it. D’you want to use mine while I go check what’s wrong with yours?” She opened her mouth to say no, but the opposite words came out. Exasperated at herself, she quickly brushed past him with a mumbled thank you. He took off in the direction of her room, and as she stepped around the piles of clothes decorating his floor, she fought the urge to scream.
