Hot

"How do you people live in this heat?" I complained, darting into the shade of a building as we walked down the block. "I'm sure my phone's melted by now from how hot it is." 
Clarissa laughed. "Some of us actually like the heat, Mary." 
I groaned. "You're all crazy." It had to be a hundred a ten today. At least. And only getting hotter it felt like. 
"You're the crazy one, sis. Who ever wants to be in the cold?  It's unnatural."
"It's easier to get warm than to get cool." I muttered. "I don't sweat myself into a puddle." 
"No you become blue like an icicle." 
"Do not."
"I have pictures."
I groaned. "Just...can we go somewhere with AC? Please. I'm dying."
She rolled her eyes, shaking her head. "This way." She called gesturing me to turn right. "I'll get you to somewhere cooler." 
I sighed with relief. "Good." 

-Inspiration from being in 100 degree weather.