Kissing syndrome

I didn't care about the fact that I was in the male's toilet, not about the fact that I was seated on the bacteria-infested floor, and not even about the fact that I just had a very bad and embarrassing meeting with the devil's spawn, as I gazed up at him I felt like all the air had suddenly left my lungs, I felt like all the blood had been drained from my face, to sum it all up I looked like a statue who had her mouth agape, eyes bulged in shock, and who's heart was pounding like never before.

"You're going to start drooling at this rate" he stated as he looked down at me with a smirk.

I blinked and shut my mouth, quickly standing up I dusted my dress, trying not to make eye contact.

"So we meet again" I heard him say.

Finally mustering up enough courage I slowly looked up, he stood there with both his hands shoved into his pocket as he looked down at me, the smirk I saw earlier had vanished, his angel-like face was stern, he looked somewhat intimidating.

"Thank you for last time