It was late, around 2am. You were working the night shift at a 24 hour gas station. You heard a loud motorcycle coming closer. You looked up and saw a motorcycle parked in the parking lot. A man gets off, and takes his helmet off, revealing his messy dark brown hair. You wonder what anyone would be doing at 2am but since it wasn’t any of your business you didn’t care to ask. He walked in the store at made his way up to the counter. “I need 2 packs of Marlboro Red.”