As you stood on the floor of your bathroom, next to your friend’s sweaty gym clothes, having just watched her undress without her knowledge, smelling of garbage, and no closer to being discovered, you were confronted with a single thought:

‘What the fuck am I doing?’

Seriously. Following her in here was never going to yield a positive result. Best case scenario: she sees you and doesn’t want to kill you for spying on her. Feeling slightly ashamed, you turn around and squeeze back under the door to the hallway. 

You headed instead for Daphne’s room - it made logical sense that after her bath she’d go there. You can try getting her attention after everyone is fully dressed. For the third time today, you army crawled your way under a door and emerged in Daphne’s bedroom.

It had been a while since you stepped foot in here; it was your guest room before Daphne moved in and you always kept it tidy in case your sister suddenly visited and wanted to spend the night, but now that it’s Daphne’s room you figured you’d let her have her privacy. A variety of shoes sat beside the door; sneakers, flip flops, boots, heels… all lined up in a neat row. Her laptop sat open on her bed, a trailing wire hanging over the side and into the outlet behind her bedside table, atop which a lamp and some sort of book rested. Is that a diary? 

You had some time before Daphne would be finished in the bathroom. You could always do some exploring while you wait… maybe get a load of that diary?

Then again, haven’t you breached her privacy enough for one day? Maybe you should sit tight and wait for the only person who might be able to help you instead of being a creep.