Damn, these flights.
Anand headed to the restroom. Occupied. He looked at his watch. 1 am.
He looked around. Most of them were asleep. *Ding*. The 'occupied' turned to a green 'vacant'.
He couldn't hold much longer.
"Come out, damn you," he whispered.
The door opened. But there was nobody inside.
"Sorry," a voice said and the door closed.
The air hostess appeared from inside her cabin. "Sir?"
He was still looking at the closed door. But she was looking at the puddle on the floor.