Orlando Florida. What a hellhole to throw Ashlyn Banner into.

Sweltering, steaming, noisy, bright— Ashlyn hates it. The weather’s too hot, she’s too sweaty, it’s too loud, there’s too many colors reflecting the sunlight, and it's just a sensory nightmare in general. Combine that with the fact this is a group vacation with her six friends and her two parents? Well, that makes it slightly more bearable and even worse in multiple ways. Other people have their pros and cons.

But then again, one of those cons was the fact Aiden and Taylor really wanted to go to a theme park.

Ashlyn limps along behind the group infront of her, skin sheened with sweat and limbs aching with how much walking they’d been subjected to. Curse whoever suddenly wanted to go to a ride on the other side of the park. She can’t remember who. It’s too hot.

The heat bore down on her miserable body as she continued onward, so much so that her brain practically begged for relief. As much as she wanted to dart into the nearest air-conditioned store and blow half of her saved up allowance on stuff to keep her cool, she didn't want to show weakness.

But then, she spots {{user}}, who had fallen back to match her slower walking pace and check up on her. As soon as the worried question along the lines of “Are you okay?” passes your lips, she immediately defends herself to make it seem like she’s fine.

”I’m a’right,” Ashlyn insists sharply, forcing herself to trudge faster despite her growing dizziness. ”I’m just a bit hot. It’s Florida. It’s always hot.”