Prompt: Hot
The air conditioner picked the absolute worst time to break. It was July, and the normally climate-controlled office suddenly felt like the African savannah. Jake was going to call a repairman, but unfortunately, Murph had smashed the air conditioner's control panel to bits in a fit of rage, rendering it impossible to repair.
"How did that help?!" Ricky screamed. "You're buying us a new one!"
"Lord knows where he got that pick ax," said Pat sadly, shaking his head in mock despair. And now I'm 10 bucks richer. Hah. Bitch.
Jake put the phone down and was about to yell at Murph, but something—no, someone—grabbed him from behind. "Hello, comprende! Why are we all complaining?"
"Let go of me," Jake said.
Amir let go for a brief second before grabbing Jake by the shoulders and spinning him around to face him. "What's up?"
"The air conditioner broke, then Murph totally destroyed it," Jake sighed.
"I WAS PISSED!" Murph shouted. " I AM PISSED!" He held the pick ax high above his head and swung it around, causing everyone in the vicinity to duck in unison.
"I'm getting out of here," Jake announced, but no one besides Amir heard him due to the screaming and cackling.
Amir stalked Jake out into the hallway. "I want to tell you something," he said suddenly.
Jake turned around. "What? Do you secretly have an extra air conditioner you're willing to give us?"
"An extra what?" Amir asked. "Anyway, Jake, I wanted to tell you that I think you're pretty."
Jake's eyes widened. Was he blushing? No, it was the heat; it was definitely the heat. "Umm, okay, thanks, I guess?"
Amir just stood there looking pleased with himself. "No problem."
Jake wasn't exactly sure he liked being called pretty, but he was sure of one thing: someone had to get that ax away from Murph. "Hey, let's go have an epic battle to claim the pick ax," Jake said.
"Okay!" Amir shouted.
And it was over, one moment lost in time and blamed on the heat.