Turning up the Heat

A colleague and I are behind our office building having a cigarette when one of his students approaches us. Clear skies, a sunny day, she says to my colleague:

"Isn't he hot?"

She's talking about me, I realize; this is a bit awkward. I look down at myself and then to my colleague, and notice that he is wearing a short-sleeve grey polo while I wear a blue, thin, long-sleeve shirt.

"No," I say, "This is light material. Lighter material than the shirt he's wearing," and I point to my colleague.

She laughs, and walks away towards her car.

Once she had walked out of earshot, my colleague says:

"Yeah, he's kind of hot."

"Fuck off," I say.

"Not really into dudes though."