“Doesn’t that pea coat make you hot?” Lloyd asks while watching the tree-covered hills give way to civilization. He chuckles at the sign for Salt Lake City, which is emblazoned by a brightly colored cross. “It’s summer and you don’t have the air conditioner on. Not even sure if the damn thing works. How have you not melted into a puddle? Are you an evolved human who can withstand slightly higher temperatures?” “I drink a lot of water and take the pea coat off when I don’t need it,” Cassidy replies as she turns down the music. Begrudgingly listening to her friend, she slides the jacket off and leaves against her back. “Maybe I don’t drink as much as I should during the day, but I chug a lot before and after sleep. What kind of conversation is this, Lloyd?” “Not sure if you’re ready for it,” he admits, handing her one of their canteens. He grins when she takes a drink and shudders at the unexpected taste of whiskey.
