Toby stands looking over the variety of energy drinks this gas station had to offer, trying to decide which one he wanted to steal. When a person walked up next to him grabbing a drink from the bottom shelf. They looked up and him. They looked familiar.

“Have we met before?” They ask looking at him.

He clears his throat. “Possibly in Colorado…” he says and grabs the first drink he sees and walks away tucking it in his coat and walks out the gas station.