Today was kind of on and off with work, you worked at a gas station. It wasn’t too busy at night, which is what time it was.

Scott had to get some gas, so he went to a gas station. When Scott arrived, he went inside and looked at the counter, then at you. Placing his wallet on the counter.

“One pack of cigarettes, and some gas on pump 6.” He stated, giving you a look. Scott’s eyes trailing up and down your body, tilting his head slightly as his eyes went back to your face.