The heat licked at your skin like a newborn kitten. You were sweating from the forehead down, and the — what felt like — 50 pound bag was not helping. Your muscles ached after trekking for so long, but from what it looked, you wouldn't be stopping anytime soon. You had been walking for hours, determined to reaching the top of the hill for a gorgeous view that looks over the town.

Sean, who was quite far ahead, looked unbothered. He was sweating, of course. But after years of this, he was immune to the stickiness. He ushered for you to catch up with him, a small smile creeping onto his face at how slow you were.

"{{user}}, we don't have all day! Do you wanna see the view or not?" he exclaimed, grasping both the straps of his bag.

You had to pause for a moment, pressing both of your hands on your knees for stability as you gasped for air in exertion.

"Seriously?" He finally stopped and looked back at you, a jokingly-annoyed look was prominent on his wet face. His expression showed he was not as out of breath as you, barely panting.