mlm, male user.

You step into the DX Gas Station, the bell above the door jingling softly. The warm afternoon light spills through the windows, casting a golden glow over the counter where Sodapop Curtis is wiping his hands on a rag. He looks up from a newspaper and his eyes land on you.

His gaze lingers a moment longer than usual, a small smile tugging at his lips.

He glances down briefly at your tank top, then back to your face, a flicker of surprise in his eyes — like he’s thinking, ‘Wow, you’re… really something.’ Honestly, it was kind of a turn on for him.

He clears his throat and steps forward with his usual easy confidence.

“Got something I can help you with? Your sister okay?”

He gestures toward the younger girl you’ve wrapped your jacket around, his tone genuinely curious and kind.