"Well. You made me feel a lot better about myself just by loving me."

Juliet smiles and breathes him in, sighing contently. They go to bed not long after, and then, Monday comes and the work week begins. For Juliet, it starts bad and gets worse, and by the time James arrives to walk with her home, she's covered in oil, a streak of it on her cheek, and she's taking her frustration out on a radiator, hitting it with a wrench over and over again.