The mirror's surface is cool against his fingertips when he attempts to pull himself out of the sudden, awkward embrace. Now that he can see his cheeks flush instead of just notice them feeling hotter, his embarrassment reaches new heights.

"Are you seriously doing this in public?" The door may be locked, but that doesn't keep the voices of the other customers locked out. There's people chatting, women asking each other if this or that dress looks good on them.

He takes a deep breath and stares at the wall. Much better than seeing himself fidget in the mirror. "Whatever."