Agatha used her resume to cover herself from the scorching hot sun that almost burned the city down with its heat.
She watched the cars speed past her.
"I wish I had one of those. My life would be much more easier if I did."
"Fuck! Why's it so hot today?" She narrowed her gaze into the street as she tried to find where she was going. "And why's my phone's brightness so slow?"
She huffed, wiping the sweats on her face with the back of her palm. "I might collapse before I reach my destination," she mumbled under her breath.
Then she took a closer look at her phone screen, trying to find where she was. Then she looked at the streets again.
"What's with this map? Am I close or far?" She mumbled under her breath. The heat wave came crashing on her, forcing her to quickly hide and take a shade. "I'm sick of this. If only I had my black card, I wouldn't be out here hustling like a broke man's kid."
"I'm so close."
Then she saw it. The club.
She ran to it.
