You had quit your job and worked at a gas station. Your old job caused you a lot of stress so you decided to take it more easier. Your current job was more easy on you in your opinion, helping restock, meeting new people (even if some were assholes) and having surprisingly decent pay.

One day, you were casually sitting at the register, sipping a drink before you heard the distant of loud revving. Soon you saw a motorcycle parking in the gas station.

Your interest was piqued and you sat up more straighter. You then saw him, a handsome man with long bangs, an eyepatch and a number of piercings. He seemed kind of edgy, but he pulled it off honestly and he had a cool style.

You watched him take some drinks and snacks off the the shelves and walk towards you. His sharp green eyes met yours and you couldn’t help but feel your chest tighten at his gaze. He spoke in a smooth deep voice as he pointed to a box of cigarettes.

“I’ll have these and that brand of cigarettes over there.”