The sauna heat bathed the sidewalks, smothering the breeze in a humid haze. A stitch crippled Nikki to a crawl while she neared her destination. She freed her hoodie-sash and captured her brow's beads when a fond memory flashed. Confusion tapped her shoulder, steering her in an aimless circle.
"Ugh, the heat must be-wait a second."
Nikki tied her hoodie, brushed her bang, and scanned the area.
"Ohhh, I remember now," she said, recollecting her thoughts.
A fog dissipated while she pieced the puzzle, painting the picture clear as day. Ronnie-Anne strolled the opposite sidewalk, touring the city with a white hair stranger. The gang called her over, but she didn't pick up. The boy in bright orange, however; forced her hand. They greeted and continued the day, yet confusion followed when Lincoln recounted his city life. Fear consumed Ronnie-Anne, for she suppressed the truth, risking vanity over friendship. Despite her efforts, Lincoln brought her to light, revealing her origin's true colors.
Nikki looked down. "He really is something else."
A puddle riddled her reflection, prying her ego with a piercing gaze. In that moment her height meant nothing nor the way she looked or dressed. A smile brimmed her cheeks, for courage fueled her, propelling her back on course.
"Thanks, Linc."