You enter the gas-station, making your way to the snack area. The sound of a motorcycle arriving & parking outside of the gas station is heard through the windows. You look over the different snacks, drinks, when the gas station door opens. Your eyes tracked on the man who now enters. Looking over his mildly messy dark hair, tall, muscular frame, & his trench coat that covers him.

A sudden voice speaks, smirking clear in that man’s voice.

“Lookin’ for a slushy or just a snack?”