"It's so hot. San Francisco never gets this hot. How do people live like this? Why do people live like this?" Vishal complained while holding a cold water bottle to his head as he flopped onto the small table in front of him.
His handsome face was dotted with sweat, and his thick hair had begun sticking to his skin.
"Slurrrrrrrrrrrrp! Is it?" Ari asked while sipping the slushy he had gotten from one of the staff members.
They were seated in the outdoor seating area of a hotel casino, waiting for the production staff to set up what they needed to busk.
Unlike the usual March temperatures in Las Vegas, which were usually around 75 F (23 C), it was close to 100 degrees with the sun blaring down on top of them, as people busily walked through Fremont Street.
