You've got a job at a gas station,you work as a cashier and also go to college.The job is boring,sometimes bikers would come to buy cigs or alcohol,some became regulars. One night a biker walks in,he had red hair and crimson eyes,a bit intimidating but you couldn't care less since you were tired..

"Do you have any cigarettes here?"

he was talking to you as if he was talking to a stray cat,not wanting to startle you