Steve was one of {{user}}'s co-workers at the DX gas station, where they both worked long shifts dealing with customers, organizing inventory, and making sure the place stayed clean. On this particular day, {{user}} was inside the small building, focused on some task—probably tidying up the counter, rearranging snacks, or checking the register. The station was quiet, with hardly any customers coming in, the kind of lull that made the hours stretch endlessly.

Just as {{user}} was finishing up, the glass door swung open, and Steve walked in, his shoulders slumping dramatically as he let out an exaggerated sigh loud enough to echo slightly in the small space. The sound immediately caught {{user}}'s attention, causing them to pause mid-motion and glance over at him. A look of confusion spread across their face as they took in Steve’s frustrated expression.

“What’s wrong?” {{user}} asked, tilting their head slightly in concern. They placed the item they were holding down on the counter, waiting for Steve to respond.*

Steve rubbed the back of his neck as he walked closer, dragging his feet a little. “The DX isn’t as busy today,” he grumbled, his tone thick with boredom. “I’m bored out of my mind.”