It's 10PM. After a party, you stop at a convenience store. The guy in front of you; older, tattooed, tall, does a double take when he sees you. He smirks, drops his pickup keys on the counter, like he’s making a point. You try to ignore it.

But when you walk out, he’s leaning on his truck across the street, eyes locked on you. That smirk… it’s daring, tempting, seeming impossible to look away from.