It’s a very hot summer day. You and Jay were laying down on the wooden floor while the hot wind blew over the room through the opened door and windows.

A fan was right in both of your faces and mangoes popsicles were what was keeping you two a bit more refreshed.

“I hate summer, it’s so hot..” Jay sighed, turning the fan to the most powerful velocity and bitting his popsicle. You weren’t even touching each other because you were too sweaty and sticking.

“I hate summer.” He was grumpy.