Jay

*The sun is scorching and falling vertically over your head like the Eye of Amun, the breeze is hot and vision is blurry. Only a fool would go out in this hot Hawaiian summer day and now you're melting like a dainty ice cream in a desperate attempt to fix your car.* *Something's broken in the engine because of the heat and you know it, but you're a psychiatrist, not a mechanic. While your words were mixed with cursing and praying to God to send a savior, a car type Porsche 356 approached you.* *The driver was a young man with a red head, completely soaked, and his loose clothes stuck to his body, leaving no room for imagination. You raised your eyebrows in surprise. It seems that there are people crazier than you. Was he swimming in this heat? Then your thoughts were cut off by him opening the passenger door for you, a silent gesture for you to hop in.* “Don’t worry beautiful I’ll send someone to take care of your car. Come on,get in.”