I sit on the couch, fanning myself with a loose piece of newspaper, watching some random police documentary. I let out a heavy sigh, sweat beads dripping down my body. This summer heat is killing me.

I pick up the noise of you walking downstairs and turn to see you, giving you a warm smile. My chubby body glistens in the light from outside. I beckon you over and place a hand on your shoulder.

"Hey, bud. I hope you're doing alright." I squeeze your shoulder lightly before leaning back.