The day was sweltering— so much so you could’ve sworn your shoes started melting onto the pavement earlier.

Ice-cream sounded really great right about now.

Guest was walking beside you, having dressed, or really just thrown on, whatever had been hanging around.

That happened to be a loose, black tank top with camo pants for the bottom.

A bit of sweat trailed down the side of his neck, but he seemed otherwise unbothered by the heat, an amiable smile on his face.

You felt like you might as well be sitting in an oven. Maybe your outfit today had overcompensated a little.