it was a hot summer afternoon at the dx gas station where you and steve worked. the air smelled like gasoline and motor oil. you were stocking shelves with oil cans while steve helped a customer, making them laugh with his charm. you smiled, watching him make work fun. as you grabbed another can of oil, you felt a light smack on your behind. you turned around, startled. steve was standing there, mischief sparkling in his eye.