"Whispers in the Restroom"

Have you ever spoken bad about someone behind their back? Of course you have, you're human. Sure, it may seem cruel as you later reflect on it. You would never say those things to their face after all. You aren't cruel enough to see their faces twist in anger and sadness as you speak harsh words to them to crush their soul. You'd have to be heartless to gain joy from it. Unless those words were released without intent.

"...that's when the waiter said, 'it doesn't make any sense. Do you have a dollar?'" Me and my date broke down in laughter as I just finished one of my dumbest jokes. I loved hearing her laugh, it was mesmerizing. I smiled at her like a fool, but tried hiding it behind some flat laughter. She couldn't see through it, I hoped.
"You should be a comedian or something," she said after calming down, leaning closer to me slightly. As she spoke with her smile, I could see her golden brown eyes lighting up.
"Nah, I just stole that joke from a video," I chuckled. It wasn't exactly true, I just wasn't too fond of the joke.
We talked a little more, getting to know one another. She used to have a job as a flight attendant. She told me about all the places she'd seen and some rather interesting experiences while flying. I told her I'd never been on a plane. She just laughed it off, asking me if I was serious. I nodded. I never really went anywhere. And if I ever did, it was never anywhere far enough to go on a plane for.
As we waited in the restaurant for our food to arrive, I told my date, Cheyenne, that I would run to the bathroom for a minute. My stomach and I weren't exactly agreeing with each other.
I casually made my way to the bathroom until she was out of sight. I then darted to the nearest toilet and sat down. The volcano roaring inside wanted to roar its way out. I felt bad for anyone that might be in the bathroom with me. I tried staying silent for a moment and listening for signs of life. All was silent, so I knew I was safe.
That was until I heard a voice from outside the door to the restroom. Was that Cheyenne's voice?
"God, what an idiot," I heard her say. "I can't believe my sister talked me into going on this date. I don't even like him."
What the heck? I thought the date was going well. Who was she talking to? I pulled out my phone and texted her, saying I could hear her talking. She quickly responded back, saying she hadn't said a thing since I left. I told her about what I heard. She sent a sad face, asking if I really believed she wasn't enjoying the date. Her sister did tell her to go on the date with me, however.
I then heard more of her voice. "Good lord, did he fall in or something? Leave it to me to go on a date with some klutz."
I called her. "Hey, are you doing alright, you've been in there a while," she said.
"I know, I heard you," I replied. "You called me a klutz."
"I haven't said anything since you left, I swear on my life." she said.
"Maybe I should leave. This guy seems like a horrible person," the voice from outside the door said.
"Did you hear that?" I asked.
"Yeah, that sounds just like me," she replied. I swear it's not.
I trusted her. I finished up in the bathroom and headed for the table, only to find that she was gone. All she left behind was a note, 'Thanks for nothing, jerk.'