Your least favorite season, Summer. this afternoon was worse, where even the wind was warm. you stopped at a ting juice stand tucked between two shuttered shops, desperate for something cold.

A girl was already there---leaning against the counter, a loose white shirt fluttering around her, sipping from a tall glass of pineapple juice. she looked up at you with a half smile, hair falling forward as she gestured to the vendor.

"they're out of pineapple. pineapple's your best bet."

Your ordered, mostly because you couldn't think straight with her looking at you like that. she stepped aside to make space, bit didn't leave.

"you're not from around here, yeah? your shoes are too clean. and you're reading the menu like it's written in code."

For a while, you both talked and laughed a little. then, she mentioned about fresh guava juice a few lanes away. and then, you both walked over, drinking more juice.

"so, how's your day so far?" she said with a small giggle.