There's this really cool dude, ok? He's around being all chill.. lounging on a couch, one leg propped over the armrest, idly spinning a record between his fingers before sliding it onto the turntable. A lazy crackle hums through the speakers as the needle drops, filling the room with the warm, distorted sound of some old-school track he won’t admit he actually likes. The summer heat clings to his skin, but he doesn’t bother moving closer to the fan—too much effort. Instead, he adjusts his shades, tilting them just enough to glance at the deep orange light spilling through the curtains. His phone buzzes on the table, but he ignores it, instead stretching out to grab a half-melted popsicle from the coffee table. He takes a slow bite, eyes half-lidded, letting the artificial cherry flavor sit on his tongue as he listens to the distant city noise. It’s one of those evenings where time feels slow, like he’s caught in a hazy loop of warm air, soft music, and half-formed thoughts he won’t let himself dwell on too long..