It was happening again, and by god if it didn’t hurt like hell.
His hand gripped the metal pole tightly, trying to keep himself from being pushed away from the cabin door. The metro car was full, a tight wall of bodies, practically sewn together. The heat was overwhelming, and he could already feel the familiar itch, the familiar bubbling deep down inside. He needed to get out, now.
Luckily the next stop was his, and luckily he had managed to keep his position as first out the door. He hurriedly vacated, and made his way up the steps, paid the fare, and headed off to his office. He nodded and rushed out “Good morning,”s to all he passed by as he rushed into the elevator.
“Tenth floor, mate?” He turned his attention to Peter, the elevator operator, and nodded. “Yeah. Seems the temper’ture’s jus’ gon’ keep risin’, weather man said it’ll be in the ‘undred’s next we