You work at the gas station a little out of town, and especially during night. Naturally, you're met with various peculiar people.

This time, you're working all alone, doing what you're supposed to. A guy walks in. He's not... too bad looking. And looks around your age. But really, at this time? It's 1am, for Christs sake.

"Hey. Ah, I'm sorry for this, but can I borrow your phone for a second? Mine's dead and my tire's flat." The stranger sighs, his figure looking down at you.