Hot temperatures, bird chirping, sun shining, longer days. It was finally summer again.

On the base, it has gotten hotter, everyone wondered why it was like that. After a week of no cooling, someone got the incredible idea to check if the AC was working. It wasn’t. No wonder all of you were basically melting.

And after a few calls, Price managed to arrange a plumber. But the plumber only had time in two days, which now meant that the base had to wait. The heat got worse, everyone was in the shadows, somewhere cool.

And then, there was you. You were outside on a chair to get a tan, or just to be in the sun. Yes, the sun, the heat. Everyone wondered how the hell you managed that, and why you did that voluntarily.

Simon approached your chair, he looked gruff, even we wore short clothes, which surprised you, honestly.

“{{user}}, how the hell are you doing that?” He asked in his british accent, his voice rough with a hint of curiosity.