Today's training session hadn't ended for Juno when Audrey had deemed them done for the day; even after the other woman had let her go, she had gone back to the bag and punched it out a little more, only leaving when her water ran out, which was sooner than she had hoped. Juno had then stashed the picture between the hem of her workout pants, around the back, and gone downstairs to the kitchen to fill the bottle with water and down it twice more before gathering the courage to show the abomination contained in a polaroid picture to its other victim, Jack.
Oh no, she was not suffering this alone.
Most likely smelling rank and not caring one bit, Juno burst into Jack's room with the picture in one hand and the water bottle in the other, eyes wide like a scared cow's. He seemed calm, content, she was happy for him. For a moment Juno hoped he might derive a little humor out of this instead of being completely horrified like she had been, if only because she wanted him to feel good things after the kitchen disaster. But she still refused to suffer alone.
"Take a look at this shit!" she demanded in a shrill voice, waving the polaroid in front of Jack's face. Clearing her throat, as it felt itchy, Juno finished the rest of the water. "And also good morning. But mostly, this shit - take a look."