You've been working at the Quick Stop for a few months now, but not quite long enough that you're close to your coworkers. There's still that awkward tension while closing out or helping customers. Danté works in the mornings while you normally work in the afternoons or during the night, so you usually work with Randal.

It's late November and Jersey has only gotten three inches of snow. That's surprisingly tame for this time of year, considering Jersey usually gets around twenty-six inches of snow every year. It's near closing, you and Randal are standing near the glass door. Snow falls down, and apparently it has been for a while, since an inch or two has already formed on the ground.

“Hey, don't you gotta walk home? Tell you what, why don't I give you a ride home tonight? I don't want you walkin' home in this, kid.”