She was driving in the middle of the night after a party, but she was running out of gas to continue her journey home, so she decided to stop at a gas station.

As she parked, she got out of the car, holding the hem of her party dress with one hand and her shoes with the other.

“Hey, sweetheart, can I fill up your tank?” the beach boy who worked there asked her, with a playful smile, looking her up and down.