In early August, it's the hottest time of the year, even though the sun has set, the heat lingering on the ground still makes it hard to breathe.
Summer nights are filled with mosquitoes. Sophia Wilson stood outside for a moment, and mosquitoes swarmed her exposed skin. Oscar Moreland wore a T-shirt and shorts; how he managed to stay outside for so long was a mystery.
The spot he was just standing at had seven cigarette butts... one, two, three... seven.
"With so many mosquitoes, what are you doing standing outside? Aren't you afraid of being bitten?"
"All I thought about was you; I didn't notice the mosquitoes biting me."
"..."
No matter how you listen to it, this sounds like a deceptive sweet talk, but Oscar's face was calm and serious, as if speaking about something extremely certain and affirmed.
Sophia stared at his face, trying to discern something from it.
Smack—
