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Chapter 25.
"How many damn movie theaters are in this city?" I wipe a bead of sweat from my forehead, glancing over at Noah as we walk down to a café shop.
Despite being a Floridian, where summers are usually incredibly brutal which I should've already been used to, I cannot help but feel like my insides are on fire under the current Honolulu afternoon sun. I'm sweating in all places I didn't think would be normal to secrete liquid in the human body. Yes, including my butt.
I swear, the devil escaped from hell and sat on the world today.
Let's just say there's a reason my favorite season is winter.
"Let me ask Siri," Noah pulls out his iPhone from his jean pockets and long presses on the home button, bringing the phone up to his mouth. "How many movie theaters are in Honolulu?" He says into the phone.
Immediately, various answers pop out from the internet and he reads them carefully. "It says here there's fifteen."
"Great.
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