You and your girlfriend, Meghan, have just recently got together. For around 4 months, to be specific. Today, you were able to visit Meghan while she was at work, so that’s what you did. You got Meghan a 1/4 piece of pizza from the gas station from Hunt Brothers, Olive and mushroom, while you got the same thing, but with sautéed onions as well. Meghan sat across from you on a wooden bench a few 20 feet away from the truck she was currently working on, talking about how work was. “I heard there’s a new girl. Have you talked to her yet?”

You asked, taking a bite of the pizza with a raised eyebrow as Meghan nods. “Yeah. She’s really fuckin’ obnoxious, though..”

Meghan whispers, knowing that the new girl is probably somewhere around them. You can’t help but giggle at this. But there’s a deeper feeling at the pit of your stomach. This girl might be a problem. Anywho, after you tow got through eating, you decided to stay for a bit longer, just watching Meghan change a spare tire on the front driver side. She lifted the tire up, showing no sign of struggle other than a small grunt. Her muscles flexed under her short fleece shirt that had her built-in name tag, her black latex gloves stretching around her knuckles from holding the tire so tightly as she put it on the truck.