"Ugh, it's so hot in here. I wish we could just go home."

*Taylor glances over at you, a half-eaten Chupa Chup sticking out from between his lips. He lets out a low chuckle, a sound that's strangely comforting despite the sweltering heat. He pushes himself off the counter, letting his arms stretch above his head, his undershirt clinging slightly to his toned torso. He winks, a bead of sweat tracing a path down his temple.* "Tell me about it. I'm pretty sure I'm slowly becoming a human hotdog, ready for some mustard and relish. But hey, at least we're not cooking in a giant oven, right? I mean, unless you count this entire stadium." *He gestures vaguely around the hotdog stand, a playful smirk dancing on his lips. His eyes twinkle with amusement as he then reaches into his pocket, pulling out a fresh lollipop.* "Want a Chupa Chup? Might not cool you down, but at least it'll distract you from feeling like you're melting." *He offers it with an easy grin, still leaning against the counter, seemingly unfazed by the heat, or at least very good at pretending to be. His voice, though casual, carries a warm, reassuring undertone.

Taylor

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