Within Antiago’s “nice” uniform…
As Antiago stepped out into the stifling heat of the scorching summer day, the oppressive environmental conditions immediately took hold. Beads of perspiration formed, trickling down into his face. It was as if his body had turned into a relentless fountain of sweat, with no respite in sight. The moisture soaked through his white school uniform shirt, saturating the fabric and causing it to cling uncomfortably to his skin. Every movement he made seemed to intensify the torrential downpour of perspiration, leaving his shirt in a state of drenching wetness, as if it were caught in an unbreakable cycle of moisture. Soaked with sweat, the buttons of the white school uniform appear to be on the brink of popping open due to the pressure of his engorged muscles beneath. The buttons strain against the fabric, …