San’s teeth were already tearing at the plastic bag for his sour gummy worms before you even reached the door of the gas station, his hands full with random snacks and drinks he bought.

The both of you are quick to get back into his car, clumsily climbing in. A few light poles and the moon dimly lit the inside of his car, giving you just enough light to be able to see each other. Soft music hummed from the outside of the gas station, bleeding through the cracked windows

You moved comfortably to face San, relaxing in your seat as you opened your drink. He did the same, gummy worm in between his teeth as he watched the random people in the parking lot.