The sun rolled further down in the sky, lazing over a city block as he basked in his own warmth. He adjusted the thermometer down a little: 5,502 degrees Celsius.
"It's much too early for you too be up like this, sun. It's only eleven in the morning." I sighed. Walking down twenty blocks from 63rd in this blistering weather wasn't particularly enjoyable. It was these mornings that I took time off... But I'd used up all the sick days for this year last year. Bother. "Bother." It made more sense when I said it out loud. I sounded like one of the main male protagonists in one of those reverse harem role-playing games. Well, why not. I cleared my throat, remarking, more to myself than anyone else, "You... You're not hurt, are you? If you... If anything had happened to you, I'd... I'd fall in love with you." I glanced up and caught the gaze of the lady walking across the road, who immediately averted it. Why had I chosen such a quiet intersection to relieve stress? "Bother."
"Morning, Missus Lumkee." I always had to stop thinking "lumpy" when I said the name at looked at her hair at the same time. "Stop smiling, stop smiling." I muttered. "I'm sorry, Mister Fung?" She'd heard? Well, I could pass it off as a careless comment about my own behavior with absolutely no relation to her hair. "Oh, nothing. Beautiful sun out today, isn't he?" She smiled painfully. "Mister Fung, you're eighty minutes late."
"Oh, fudge."
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