Heat had a mind of its own.
It seeped deep into the pavement, searching out every little crack and crevice, and, when none existed, it just tunneled through by sheer willpower, burying deep into the ground, finally settling upon the long-abandoned subway station where Felix was sitting alone.
A bead of sweat dripped down his face, and his stomach rumbled. He didn't have money for food on him, and he didn't feel like returning home for lunch. His older brother had once again been insulting Josephine over breakfast, calling her a "delusional teenager". Felix had stormed out of the house. He felt a little sheepish about the whole incident, but for now he'd let his family wonder what he was up to.
He heard light footsteps drift down from the staircase. He smiled and stood up from the bench. Josephine emerged into the station.
"Hey," Felix said, hearing his own voice echoing around the empty tunnel. "How was the meeting?"
"Pretty good," she answered, walking over to him, "Simon says we're about ready to plan some more attacks. He's been getting some more rifles and fixing them up."
"Cool," Felix responded vaguely. She sat down on the bench and put her bag next to her.
"I'll make a revolutionary out of you yet," she said, giving him a wry smile. He laughed weakly and sat down next to her bag.
There was a brief pause.
"Anyway," she said finally, "you want to get some lunch?"
"I left my wallet at home."
"That's fine. You can borrow some money from me."
She stood up, accidentally brushing against his hand while she grabbed her bag.
"Sorry," he mumbled, drawing his arms in.
"Oh no, Felix," she laughed, "our hands touched". She walked over to the stairwell and bounded up, taking the stairs two at a time.