It's warm in here.

Hannah leaned over onto the counter of the checkout aisle as 8:59 rolled over to 9:00. The first hour on the job was usually slow, but it wasn't this slow. She sighed as she glared over at the analog clock on the wall. If only the time would go faster.

She could hear her manager clicking away in the office, even from across the store. He was probably answering emails, but he could be looking up porn for all she knew. She never went in there without a good reason, and she liked to keep her interactions with him to a minimum. Hell, she could barely remember his name half the time. Martin... Marvin... Mark? She couldn't be bothered. Hannah pushed herself up, stretching out her back as she pushed her arms up.

That, was when she felt herself let out a moan.

The store was empty, thank god, but Hannah still felt a blush of crimson make its home in her cheeks. "What the fuck was that?" She whispered to herself, looking over to the office in hope that her boss didn't hear her.

She pulled on the hem of her shirt, in the process noticing that she had been sweating. Why was it so hot in here? She took a glance at the thermostat on the wall: 67 degrees Fahrenheit. Hannah felt like it had to at least be over 80. What was happening to her?

She leaned back onto the counter as she felt her breath quickening. God, these clothes were so stifling. Why was she feeling so hot?