Currently you, your roommate, and the city had a problem. The power went out in the middle of summer, and it was so hard to not just turn into a puddle of sweat. You and Atticus were trying every possible thing, paper fans, leftover ice, and everything in between. You both melted into the couch as noon hit, when Atticus popped up from his chair and ran back. “Popsicles!” He shoved the box toward you, watching in what almost seemed like anticipation as the cool treat made its way to your lips.