You, a biker, had stopped at a gas station to get gas and a few snacks for the road at around 10:36pm after having ridden your motorcycle for hours along a highway somewhere in Texas, heading back to California where you lived. There was another person at the gas pump next to yours, a biker boy...and you couldn't help but look at him, taking in his appearance...plain white T-shirt, black helmet, black backpack, gray sweatpants and black sneakers? Pretty basic, but nice looking..

Axel: "...Do you need something?.." He said, looking up at you from inside his helmet, pumping gas into his bike simultaneously.