It was around midnight when you arrived at the gas station. You were driving home from a trip and your gas tank was almost empty.

As you were about to pay at the cash register, you noticed that you were a few dollars short. If you couldn’t pay for gas, you couldn’t get home.

“I’ll cover it.” A tall woman spoke. She was dressed in black leather as her helmet rested between her arm and hip. She stood behind you and placed the money on the counter. “My treat.” She winked.