The bathroom's nice-looking. As said before, it's mostly a dim gray, only made brighter by the lighting, which is fairly bright. Not a bad place to stay for a few minutes. It also smells kinda like cherries at the moment.
Someone knocks on the door politely, though someone bumps it hard a few moments later. "Hey, Dion," says a very familiar voice. Rai. "How're you doing? Prepared to run?"

"What's the best way to do this," Rai mutters to himself, then seemingly asking someone else: "Is the person who warned you still here? I'd like some other questions."
"Is her information even valid?" Wiley pipes up.
"It seems to be. A lot of signs all suggest that danger is approaching."
"Approaching?" Raez questions, cutting off Wiles. "She said it as if it were right here. Like a bomb underneath our soles. Ready to explode on a moment's notice."
"If there were one such thing, we would have all been dead by now, but sadly for whoever's behind this, they couldn't do that with such little advance notice," Rai says. "Well, I suppose we should thank her for being so perceptive."
"Thank her?" Raez asks. "We have time for that?"
"I mean, why not?" Rai asks back. "She did us--or at least me--a huge favor. I'd like to repay her if I can, even if it's something as simple as giving her a quick lift with the--" he coughed, "--borrowed car we have. If she's so perceptive, she's probably in danger as well, or perhaps she has similar experiences. We'd benefit from asking her.."
"Great good guy you are," Wiley remarks snidely, "to think about her when there's a ticking bomb under our feet."
"Not literally," Raez quickly puts in, even though Rai knew that.

"Nah, you stay in there. We'll come and feed you every once in a while," Wiley says into the door.
"Let's put a break on joking for now," Rai says. "The plan is to leave here as quickly as possible, and if possible, locate the person who helped us before. However, I think it'd be wise if we split up. I can go one way, you three go another. The target is me in any case. You three just need to allocate a car."

"If you all don't mind, I'd like to take it. I don't think whoever's pursuing me expected me to be in a Lamborghini." Rai explains.
"No problem bro," Wiley says. "Another car can be located no problem."
So he's that culprit behind those random cars disappearing every random period of time?

"Alright. See you, Dion." Rai walks off.
"Come on out," Raez says. By the way, he's carrying the pickup food items. "Let's try to hurry. Wiles, is there a 'used car lot' around here?"
"Who knows. Why would we need that?"
"I'd really rather not steal it again unless we need to."
"Borrow," Wiley says. "Dion, hurry up, the door isn't locked. Or do you need help?"
Actually, it is. It wasn't a few seconds ago??

Wiley pulls it. After a few tries he can very clearly tell something is wrong.
"I'ma go get a store employee," he muttered. "You two stay here. Boohoo on bad luck."
"It doesn't seem like coincidence, actually," Raez says. Unlike Wiley and Rai, he doesn't have gloves, but he still gives the door a goodhearted yank. "Hm."

"Slowing down now!" Wiley tosses back.
Raez doesn't react to either of them for a few seconds, but he does lean against the door slightly and whisper, "I hope you're not claustrophobic."

Yes, yes he does.
"Please calm down a bit."

"You said the bathroom door was locked?" A familiar voice, kind of, goes through the door.
"Yeah, and someone's stuck in there," Wiley says, not saying who that someone was because they could deal with that later.
"Huh. Weird." The voice belongs to the waiter who had been talking to them a lot, by the way. There are some jingling noises, and then a key appears to go into the lock, wriggle a bit, and...do nothing at all.
"Weirder?" Raez asks.
"...yeah," the waiter agrees, trying the other way. The lock makes a strange clicking noise but otherwise does not budge.

No no. That will not do.

"Aw, this is weird," the waiter says. "Hold on. I'll go ask my supervisor, maybe? I'll be right back. Oh, wait...by the way, how'd you know the door to the women's bathroom was locked??"

"Are you alright in there??" the waiter questions, about to press a bit more but concerned genuinely for the reason for that noise.
Wiley's just laughing.

"Alright. I'll try to be back as soon as possible." He then hustles away.
Raez sucks in a breath. "Well, this is convenient. Isn't it?"

Well, the time isn't going wonk like it did very much earlier that day. Yay.

A bit more talking outside the door.
"We really can't unlock it, huh," a more mature voice goes. He sounds older than anyone in the vicinity--the young woman from earlier, Dion himself, Wiley, and Raez, however old all of them were. "That's bad news. That's so coincidental."
"We should probably dismantle the lock then, right, sir?" the waiter asks.
"Probably." He sighs. "Can you handle that, Yin?"
"Yeah!" comes the response. "Right on it. I'll go get the screwdriver and stuff."
"Try not to damage the door."
"Uh huh! I'll try not to!"