"Hmm, yeah that’s very interesting." I said, disinterestedly.
He frowned into the mirror. "Shut up idiot and go do your business. Some people have images to worry about you know, were not all ugly like you."
The sun, a burnished golden disk in a clear blue sky, shone brilliantly. The heat bore down on my already bowed back, and sweat trickled down between my shoulder blades. Shifting uncomfortably, I moved my bag straps around, hoping to end the irritation. It was not to be though, and I ground my teeth, shaking my head to fling free the droplets inching down my face. Squinting against the glare of the white pavement, I tried to make out the Library, but saw nothing through the haze of heat and smog. Cars and buses drove by, mainly filled with yelling, chattering kids still on a high from school ending and all the while an annoying drone surrounded me.
A cool gust of wind breezed by me, providing a welcome relief, and suddenly the irritating buzz that had surrounded me resolved into the voice of my friend Nick. He was rambling—as per usual—about some random topic or other, although how he had the energy in this heat was beyond me. I closed my eyes, lifted my head to the skies and silently prayed for deliverance. There was a crack followed by an ominous rumble. The first cold drops fell, splattering on my upturned face. I opened my eyes in surprise. I ask for help and you piss on me, I thought wryly. At least this time its welcome.
Nate wrote:And if YWS ever does become a company, Jack will be the President of European Operations. In fact, I'm just going to call him that anyways.