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The streets of são paulo, brazil were bustling and crowded, filled with cars, mini buses and people walking to and fro. This factor in addition to the steady glare of the beaming sun above you made you hyper-aware of the fact that you probably had armpit sweat right now. Or the fact that you probably looked like a drenched cat.
You hadn't been in brazil for longer than 30 minutes and you already felt yourself melting. The embarrassing amount of sunscreen you applied earlier wasn't helping either, in fact judging by the warmth of your face, you were sure your cheeks splotchy, red and probably a little white from your melted sunscreen. Your once, white, thin t-shirt was uncomfortably clinging to your skin the more you sweat.
If you hadn't changed into a bathing suit beforehand — with the promise of going to the beach if you worked well of course — this walk would've been even more unbearable than it already was.
"Fuck it's so hot" you muttered, — quiet enough for your mom; who was fumbling with a paper map beside you, not to hear — absentmindedly swatting a mosquito away from you.
You turned to the lady in question, "are you sure i can't stay in the hotel room today? i don't think i'll be needed if you're gonna be there." the moment that last sentence left your mouth, you immediately wished it hadn't.
Because here she goes.
"no you can't y/n. you're supposed to be shadowing me today so you can see how the real world works. this is a good opportunity, why aren't you more happy about this?"
"cause i'd rather be here on vacation, not running an old geezer's store," you continued, "what's grandpa even doing in brazil? really, he should be in a nursing home."
your mom didn't dignify that with a response, instead opting for throwing you a warning glare and picking up her pace just to spite you, reluctantly you followed to walk in step beside her, not really liking the idea of getting lost in the busy streets in an unfamiliar country.
as you two walked in silence, your mind unwillingly wandered to your friends back in osaka. the thought of them having different beach parties, and going to the yearly fair without you soured your mood a bit. the small part of your hater mind wished they wouldn't have as much fun. not without you.
your thoughts drifted off to your situationship for the past few months. sato, a guy you had been nursing a crush on long before you had the balls to get his number. the problem was however, he was a walking red flag — from the opinion of your friends of course, he only made you see red hearts — because he was too friendly with other girls, too much of a flirt. your mood worsened at the thought of him technically cheating on you, and you silently prayed your friends would keep him in check for you.
