Jake awoke covered in sweat. It was disgustingly warm inside, the air was humid and felt thick to breathe in. Opening his eyes he glanced around the unfamiliar room. It was dark, with minimal light piercing through the window blinds. Sensing movement, he glanced to the balcony door, having left it open before going to sleep, the translucent curtain now moved gently in the warm breeze. Occasionally this wind touched his skin, but did little to make him comfortable. With an annoyed sigh he closed his eyes again, but sleep simply didn’t come to him. So he began wondering. He had a lot of work tomorrow, but there was no point for him to suffer here, alone in the hotel room when he could also go for a drink or just walk a bit. Taking his phone into his hand he squinted to check the time. It was only 11 pm, so there had to be some night life out there even if it was a Tuesday.
The reception desk was still manned, but the people there paid little attention to him. Only the security guard, a twenty something girl the size of a car, looked at him as he left. Even with the high ceiling of the lobby her long, dark tanned legs were pulled in beneath her as she sat on the cold stone floor. He imagined that it was uncomfortable but struggled to think of a better way for someone as big as her to cope with this weather.
Walking outside of the hotel, the same breeze he felt in his room got ever so slightly stronger. He could also feel a tremor or two, the sound of faint whispers and giggles surrounding him, but he was used to them, if anything he was delighted to be outside and feel the warm air.
On the corner some locals walked, a pair of couples holding hands talking about something in spanish. Jake often cursed himself for not picking a language class in highschool though he was aware that in the end his choice to pick advanced math is the reason he has the career he has today. Which he loved, a structural engineer at a large firm, he was well ahead of the curve. Only 32 and he was negotiating with foreign companies and officials, going on business trips for the past 3 years pretty much constantly. The pay was good, the benefits even better, and he despite the rapidly changing nature of his work environment due to travelling so much rather liked his coworkers. Perhaps, the one thing he didn't really have is free time, or time in general for a private life. Initially he figured that once he has enough money, or experience he will switch to a smaller, less busy workplace and settle down, maybe not even in England.
This thought has been surfacing in his mind more and more lately. The sensation got stronger each time he was invited to a wedding, or met with old friends showing pictures of their children or in moments just like these when he spotted someone who he could really envision his life with.
Walking around the corner he spotted a dark haired girl standing at the end of the road gently illuminated by the lights of the street. She was wearing a long sundress, her body filling it out nicely with its curves. Her feminine muscles showing through the light fabric the shadows on its surface only elevating her looks. Her body rested against the wall of the building, she clearly waited for someone, could it have been him?
He imagined a life here. How he could rent a flat on one of these streets, drink, eat with local friends, rest at the beach on the weekend. Looking at the girl he imagined how they would talk and laugh together, but as he watched his measly dreams of a shared life faded. On the top floor the balcony door opened and a young man walked outside. She smiled, and bent down, her breasts brushing against the facade of the building, bending the railing on the balcony below his clearly romantic partner.
As he continued walking he wondered how IT worked. Being almost 8 years older than these lovebirds meant that girls his age were scarcely giants. It only became really common about a decade ago so he never quite experienced dating giants.
He didn’t want to stare, and honestly he was too thirsty to think much into this makeshift dream of his. Walking past them he felt the sheer heat emanating from the towering girl, her skin radiating it into the air around her, probably suffocating the denizens of the apartment complex she was standing next to while she chatted with the boy on the balcony. He experienced this before many times, but with the already hot temperatures it was just dizzyingly warm at his level on the street.
Still he soldered on, and eventually reached the park, which was surrounded by lively bars on all sides. The air here was cooler though not by much. Amongst the trees, sitting on the grass, groups of young people gathered. One of these groups, maybe six girls, all dressed similarly sat around. Two of the girls around half the size of the one he just passed by sat in a crescent around their smaller peers. They laughed as another girl, the same age as them, told a story that Jake didn’t understand.
Soon he found the place that a local coworker recommended. Before walking in he checked his phone, no news, no warnings, and the night was still young. Looking up, he could feel the ground vibrate slightly, see the lights above him shake gently and the breeze picking up in unison with the faint sounds of feminine whispers.