My face dripping with sweat, I stole a look at the passers-by. They were talking and walking eagerly like the heat wasn't there. I guess the sun decided to use me as its experiment today.

I stole a look at the bear’s head in my hands and shook my head. I was tempted to shout; ‘Listen, people! If I die today, I died of heat!’

But no one was looking my way. It was like I was not in a mascot bear body suit at all.

I mean, the body was rainbow-coloured!

Whoever ignores a rainbow-coloured mascot bear?

I sighed and held the white coloured head up, stared at it for a while, and I could have sworn, it looked like it was mocking me for a minute.

I quickly took my eyes off it and stared at the big tower clock afar off. I have just ten minutes left before my work for the day is over. Hopefully, I will leave today without any form of abuse from my boss.

I wish I didn't have to call Mr. Hands my boss, that man is somewhat a terrible person.

"Listen Jones, either you put that head back on and stop gazing at that woman's butt or I fire you this instant."

Speak of the devil.

My eyes fell in pretense.

"Sorry boss," I replied with a low voice.

"Sorry, useless, I didn't hear you." Mr. Hands with his unusual attire combination cupped his right ear and leaned forward, flashing his neon-coloured tie which he had carelessly tucked into the suit he had on.

I know right? Neon... Ugh!

Gritting my teeth with anger already building up within me, I replied to him, "I said, sorry boss."

"Finish your work, dumbass. Then you can go back to staring at asses." I watched as a disturbing smile followed his raspy voice.

After my eyes watched him walk past the huge doors of the tall building, I put on the mascot’s head.

The company was trying out a new flavour of sweets and they had the idea to put them out at reduced prices for people to try. I was the unlucky employee who got to put on the mascot costume and suffer in the hot sun whose intense radiation was gradually reducing. Thank God for that.

I picked up the tray that had just two sweet packets in its span and went back to my position, the almost filled money jar hanging around my neck. I resumed the embarrassing dance that I had to do while my bear suit announced its existence with a loud, cringy song.

Despite the heat, I could not help but be glad that my shift was almost over. As my thoughts took me far away from the embarrassing moment I was in, someone took the sweets from the tray and dropped something that was certainly not money in the jar.

The tower clock quickly struck six pm and its loud ringing was enough to tell me that my work for the day was officially over.

Soon, I took off the entire costume and looked into the money jar.

The last person left a banana.

A freaking banana that had words written on it.

I want your dick.

Call me.

234-675-432

Shaking my head, I took out the banana and put it inside the hollowness of the bear's head. I passed through the company's glass doors and was welcomed with some cool air.

Then, I went straight to the secretary's office which was exclusive to the ground floor.

"Hey, Linda," I greeted the red-haired woman seated by the unusually tall desk. I literally had to climb a platform to stand in front of the desk.

She tore her gaze from the computer screen and a smile replaced her seriousness as she looked in my direction.

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