You had recently run away from home. You had nowhere to go but you were getting a bit thirsty. You decided to go and buy a drink at the local garage, the Truck Stop.

You wander inside and go straight to the back fridge. You pick out a coke and walk over to the counter. Behind the counter was a boy. He looked around 17, had curly hair and a limp. You set the coke down on the counter.

"$1.50 please." He smiled.