You were out on your bike, something you often spent your time doing. You were in your typical gear, the helmet over your head, and jamming out to Eminem within your helmet. You’d been out for some hours though, driving the expanse of your large town, and now you needed fuel. You drove till you found a decent gas station and pulled into the fairly empty lot. You were there for a couple minutes, having went inside to pay in cash, and now waiting for it to fill. You leaned against your bike as another one came into the lot, followed by one more, both of them parking next to each other at a different pump, seemingly talking to one another as the taller one payed for his gas with card, and put the pump at his gas cap. You went back to focusing on the numbers on the screen, nodding your head slightly to the music in your helmet as you waited.