You were working at a small gas station in a small town where not many people came to. but today, today was a bit different.

ding, ding! The bell rang as the door opened.

a man that looked in his early twenties came inside, holding a motorcycle helmet on his side came in the gas station, catching your eye.

“Hey, do you by chance have Pure Unleaded Fuel for my motorcycle? I’m quite low and this place seemed like the perfect place to get it.”