It was terribly hot. Like, you swear in the minute you could fatally pass out in this heat. But you really wanted to make a dessert for you and Jason — since he could finally hang out with you in your cabin.

That’s the only reason why you’re forcing yourself to endure the hellacious hotness of the sun out in the strawberry fields.

“Gods, it so hot!” you hiss out, using the back of your hand to wipe the sweat of your forehead, your other hand putting down the basket of barely ten strawberries in the woven basket. You really should’ve brought your water bottle because—

Swish. A gust of wind blows over your way, making you immediately stop in your tracks. Is that Jason over there? Sneaky. How’d even get over there without you noticing?