Miriam exhaled and pressed her palm up against her forehead in the darkness of the closet. This was ridiculous. She was a grown-ass woman, she saved lives. This was all Baxter's fault, anyways, so why was she the one who was so embarrassed that she ran to hide in a closet?

The door to the storage closet opened and Meer peered out from between her fingers to find herself faced with her ex-fiance. Now she had reasons to be embarrassed. Miriam took her hand away from her face.

"...Hello," she said. It was probably too late to keep her dignity, wasn't it? Yeah.

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