“Yeah, the heat’s making it hard for everybody.” Gabe had been expecting Jake to say he’d been out at a club or something, so it was surprising his answer was so ordinary. Gabe also admitted to himself he was glad Jake hadn’t mentioned being with anyone, which was crazy because Gabe still didn’t know if this was a date, or if Jake would even want it to be a date. Or if he actually wanted it to be a date, either. “I live above the studio, on the third floor,” Gabe explained. “There’s a fan but no air-conditioning. Even with all the windows open, it feels like a furnace up there sometimes.”
“That’s rough. Iraq got like that a lot.”
“Wow,” Gabe said, thinking of being in heat like this all the time. He’d been right, then, about the desert. “I figured, because of the…” He gestured at his ske
