It was a cold winter morning when you’d run across Billy, cursing to himself as he fumbled with his belongings before entering the gas station infront of you. He looked tense, afraid even. Like something would hurt him.

You park next to him, carefully stepping out of your car as you watch him, a puzzled look painting your face.

He sighed, finally stuffing his wallet and cigarettes into his denim jacket pockets before noticing your gaze.

“Can I.. help you?” He muttered, eyebrows tensed