(Where the fuck did this girl find this place? What a ridiculous mix of people here.)
****: Anna, are you there?
****: Annnaaa?
****: Annaaa, can you hear me? Are you there?
(Everyone is looking at me; my social anxiety is kicking in.)
****: Annnaaa???
(I can't go into the girls' restroom, damn it! I'll have to ask the cashier to check for me.)
****: My girlfriend still hasn't come out of the restroom, and I've been calling her, but she can't hear me. Could you please go in and check?
Cashier: Okay, I have some work to finish first; I'll check after that.
****: Alright.
(I can't believe this is happening, but Anna is being rude right now.)
(I'm just waiting; there's nothing else I can do.)
(It's time to investigate this girl in detail; when I get home, that'll be my first task.)
[5 Minutes Later]
Cashier: Alright, I'm done with my work; I'm going to check now.
****: Okay, I'll wait.
The cashier checks all the restrooms and comes back.
****: What's the situation?
Cashier: There's no one in the restroom at all. None of them.
****: Did you check inside?
Cashier: No, of course not. How could I do that?
****: You could at least check from the bottom; you'd see the shoes.
Cashier: That would be crossing a line, sir. Please keep your manners.
****: Sorry, I apologize.
(As if I cursed; keep your manners, really?)
(Ugh, I have only one option left: I should find her phone number. Where the hell am I going to find that? What if they created a WhatsApp group during the camping trip? Her number might be there. It doesn't hurt to try.)
(I don't usually have many apps on my phone. WhatsApp is one of the rare ones.)
Our character opens WhatsApp.
(They created a group, but most people have left. I need to find Anna somehow; I can find her through a simple number search, but how did they get my number?)
(No, no, we have a bigger problem now: how did they find this number? Oh, now I remember; this is my other number. People have this one, but the other one—no one has that, not even my parents.)
(The searches will take too long; there are over 50 people here. I should leave this place and start searching; it's too hot here; it's suffocating.)
Our character steps outside.
(Alright, let's get started.)
Our character begins searching for numbers.
[11 Minutes Later]
(I didn't expect this to take so long; I finally got a hit on the 43rd number. Anna Reaves, let's call this girl.)
Our character calls Anna.
(The phone is ringing; it's clearly visible. Anna can hear it, but she's not picking up. Why the hell not? I'll call again.)
(She's still doing the same thing; I'm going to lose it now. Why isn't this girl picking up?)
(Fuck.)