What Is It?

Demyan 

I took off my jacket as I heated up. Light sweat already formed at the bridge of my nose and the back of my neck was sweating from my hair. The building itself was pleasantly cool therefore I could not understand why I was heating up so much. I felt uncomfortable and constantly I had to suppress a wave of nausea that continuously tried to ruin my meeting. 

I could tell the hotel owner was a bit concerned as he looked at me through the corner of his eye as he told me his vision for the new design. If it were not for Kyla I probably would have not gotten a word he said. I was too desperate to get the nearest glass of ice cold water.