hearts burned hot in the cold cold room

"Meet me in the cold room," purred Ramon, "...as soon as you're done with those minipreps."

Julie spun her Eppendorfs for only five minutes instead of the usual ten. Proper procedure could wait for another day.

(Or, she added, for another ten minutes. She hadn't done any tests in this new arena yet.)

The gust of cold air as the door swished open couldn't quench the Bunsen burner of her passion...