Miller's eyes roll behind his aviators. Standing still is making him colder and negating the miniscule warmth he earned.

"Alright. Fine," he sighs sharply.

"So, similar theme: there was the one time in college that a girlfriend of mine got pissed when she found out I'd been cheating on her. She locked me out of her apartment in a foot of snow. Without shoes. Or a shirt ... or, uh, pants. Just boxers. I had to bum a quarter off of someone on the street and call a friend from a pay phone.

"Not as poetic, but there you go."