It’s a hot summers night, and despite the sun being nowhere, it was as if it was blazing down on the two of you. Darnell sprayed the can of paint onto the wall, gratifying an idea he had drew earlier. That was on your arm. “Ay stop movin’, I’m almost done,” he said, glancing at ur arm, then back at the wall. He had drawn the doodle on ur arm during class earlier that day, out of boredom.