Heat & Blueberry Lemonade
Summary:
“MJ, honey!” May called out.
Michelle tore her eyes away and watched May shake her head at her.
“No staring”, she mouthed, eyes slighting towards the lady.
OR
The weather was hot and blinding, causing Michelle to be more judgmental than usual about people's freedom of drink choice.
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Fall was her favourite season. When the aroma of cinnamon was in the air, and people would argue over pumpkin spice lattes, she would stomp on the fallen leaves like Peter would when he was in Midtown's marching band, and the chill would softly caress her face.
Instead, the weather was hot, blinding, the heat fusing to her skin. Ice cream, popsicles and freezies were the only foods she craved, and every shower she took felt useless 5 minutes later.
Summer was when card games re-gained popularity, fans were on 24/7, and air conditioning was a blessed privilege. Peter and Ned could visit more often, and everything they learned at school was forgotten for two months.
Today, they were meeting at Ben & Mays. The sign had fallen off later than her and May had guessed, so they each snuck 5$ into Peter’s backpack. Maybe hope does take some people farther than others. Like a silly paper sign…
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New seasonal hires graced behind the counter while Michelle people-watched and waited for the dorks. She watched a lady order a London fog, eyed her sweater and gloves.
The lady turned to look at her, smiling. Michelle stared, eyes wide. It felt like the lady sucked the air conditioning straight out of the shop. A small breeze teased her skin, barely curing her of the summer heat.
“MJ, honey!” May called out.
Michelle tore her eyes away and watched May shake her head at her.
“No staring”, she mouthed, eyes slighting towards the lady.