The sun beat down unrelenting through the paltry cloud shield overhead. Humidity did the heat no favors and the air was still and static. Perfect weather for collapsing onto the floor and drying out like a tomato destined for some toasted bread and herbs. Alas, it wasn't part of the siren's meticulous plans for the day to wither in the sunshine, so after peeling themselves off their computer chair they threw themselves into the shower, tipped cooler to combat the suffocating temperatures outside. It was too hot for pants, in Hadley's humble opinion, but going out to work on the food truck required heftier clothing than a short yellow sundress and some strappy sandals.
So with a pair of pink leggings underneath their breezy get-up, they adjusted their straps while applying a generous handful of sunscreen to their delicate pale skin, all while charging out towards the spot they and their roommate kept their pet project for safe keeping and working.
The distant sound of metallic rasping informed Hadley of Dallas's continuing efforts to ensure the roof was perfect, and perhaps it was a small mercy that the noise ceased the second their sandals passed the threshold. Not that there was a threshold to pass, but they sort of considered the nearby parking spots the boundary of their "lot".
Met with the sight of their tall, hairy, sweaty roommate towelling off with a shirt, they cursed their lack of foresight.
Should have brought lemonade. Or at least some water.
They were usually so good at bringing water to keep their skin hydrated!
“You've been busy,” they called up, squinting against the sun and really only seeing the fuzzy, exhausted outline of the fluffy cook. “What else are we fixing up today?”
So with a pair of pink leggings underneath their breezy get-up, they adjusted their straps while applying a generous handful of sunscreen to their delicate pale skin, all while charging out towards the spot they and their roommate kept their pet project for safe keeping and working.
The distant sound of metallic rasping informed Hadley of Dallas's continuing efforts to ensure the roof was perfect, and perhaps it was a small mercy that the noise ceased the second their sandals passed the threshold. Not that there was a threshold to pass, but they sort of considered the nearby parking spots the boundary of their "lot".
Met with the sight of their tall, hairy, sweaty roommate towelling off with a shirt, they cursed their lack of foresight.
Should have brought lemonade. Or at least some water.
They were usually so good at bringing water to keep their skin hydrated!
“You've been busy,” they called up, squinting against the sun and really only seeing the fuzzy, exhausted outline of the fluffy cook. “What else are we fixing up today?”