"I thought that the summer would never come."

    Edward Brent and I were laying belly faced down on the dirty, yet cool, concrete basement floor in a weak attempt at escaping the brutal hundred degree weather. We were cautious enough to keep at least a foot away from each other as not to transmit any body heat between us but our efforts proved rather fruitless as even basement temperature seemed to register at a balmy eighty-five degrees.
    "The summer always comes,"Edward replied, flatly. Even with his smooth even tone, I could hear his discomfort. His dark blonde hair appeared almost damp and there was perspiration collecting in the lines of his creased brow.
    This day he was clad in black stovepipe jeans and a tan t-shirt. It seemed almost impossible to adjust to his casual wear.
    "But isn't it weird that you were wearing a coat just, like, last week?"
    "I can no more go back to last week than I can--."
    "I'm seriously considering stripping down to my underwear right now. I don't even care that you're here."
    "The moment that you do that is the same moment that your room mates will come home to find us like this."
    "How long do you think it would take the press to arrive on scene?"
    "I'd wager money that E! news has someone working from the space station. Satellite photographs could be obtained within 30-45 seconds."
    "Wow. Paranoid."
    "As someone who has had every cup of coffee that they've purchased over the past five years documented on film-- I'd like to believe that I'm being realistic," He wiped his forehead with his palm, "This is absurd. I have a hotel room with air conditioning."
    "Right-- and how do you propose that we both get in together and unnoticed?"
    "I'm working on that...," He paused in thought, "We might not be able to get in together."
    "Go on."
    "If I leave here now and enter the hotel through the bar and you leave here in about twenty minutes and enter the hotel through the lobby there's no chance that we'll be seen together, is there?"
    "I don't know. Is there?"
    "It wasn't a question, Audrey."
    "Then why did you ask it?"
    "Rhetorical," He rose to his feet, brushing the dirt off of himself, "Do I need a reason to ask?"
    "This brings up another question. Why did you come here in the first place?"
    "Again, do I need a reason?" He started up the stairs, "I'll see you in twenty minutes."