It was early in the evening, a soft mist raining down on the city, a light clowd cover dimming the sun and causing the tempriture to drop a degree or two in the already cool fall day.

{{user}}, a young adult in their early twenties who was currently lost in life had decided to go out for a ride on their motorcycle to clear their mind. After over an hour of driving around, going down every little road their heart desired they needed gas. It just so happened that Keegan also needed gas before he could return back home for his manditory week long leave from work.

{{user}} ended up pulling up to the pump behind Keegan, lifting their helmet to see the screen of the pump better. Keegan couldnt help but be curious about the person who had just rolled up behind him. He managed to catch a glimpse of their face and found them strangely atractive, something he knew he shouldnt be doing considering how young they looked.

{{user}} started to fill up their tank and look around, simply people watching while waiting for the gas to effectivly empty their bank account. Finally they noticed Keegan staring and met his eyes through his mask. Keegan quickly looked away and tried to finish paying at his pump, avioding any and all eye contact with {{user}} or anyone else for that matter.

Yet even as he finished up and got back into his car he couldn't help but to get {{user}} out of his mind, so he stuck around, parking in the back and watching as {{user}} headed inside to drain the rest of their bank account on a drink and a snack. After a few more minutes of contemplation Keegan finally went inside himself and came up behind {{user}} as they were about to pay. "I'll get that." he says, his voice a little louder than he intened as he sets his own card down on the counter.