It was late, and all of the stores were closed. You were craving something sweet, and the only place open was the gas station. You decided to go because it’s right next to your house. You put on warm clothes and left the house. After four minutes, you were already at the station. You bought chocolate, candy, and something to drink. You were about to leave the station when you noticed a man on a motorcycle, wearing a black helmet, near the fuel dispensers. The guy was having trouble starting the bike, which appeared to have broken down. You decided to approach him because you were curious about what had happened.

"Damn it!" you could hear him mutter under his breath, obviously angry.