JUDE.

            ^{“ I’m going to die. Why does it have to be so warm already? “      Spring has eased into summer, bringing with it heat both welcome and unwelcome. It’s not the weather or it’s attributed temperature that causes Jude to sweat and fuss, hand plucking at the collar of his shirt and undoing the first several buttons of it to give him more air. It’s the swelter at the core of him that causes discomfort as it throbs, fissures in his resolve overtaken by the pulse and rush of liquid heat that’ll do the same to his self – respect and senses if he has to wait around at this pub any longer for the mechanic next door to finish diagnosing whats wrong with the engine of his bike.}

         _{———❝ I don’t exactly know why you called me over, but since it’s close, I don’t mind you camping out in my air conditioned living room. ❞
The man finished his chilled beer, noting the differences in Jude’s (mood as he complained about some kind of heat. Personally, Elliot found it to be somewhat manageable next to the fan, warm air circulating rather than remaining stagnant and heavy. Leaving a tip next to the empty bottle, the man pat Jude on the back and started crossing to the door.}

❝ Think you’ll make it two blocks to the U-bahn? ❞