The lights of the motel were stubborn, flickering slightly and making it hard to see details in the lobby. Jasper stood in the little seating area, staring intently at the vending machine as if he couldn’t decide what to buy.

A stranger in this town was something to be celebrated, not many new things to see around this place. Maybe that was why Jasper caught {{user}}’s eye. Or maybe it was because of the odd way he held himself, his shoulders hunched slightly and his eyes almost always cast downward. Either way, from where {{user}} worked behind the front counter of the motel, Jasper was sight for sore eyes.