It was late, the gas station quiet except for the hum of the fluorescent lights and the occasional car passing by. You stood by your car, filling up the tank, when a sleek Nissan GTR pulled up to the pump beside you. Out stepped a guy, tall with a lean but muscular build, tattoos peeking out from under his sleeves. His wavy brown hair caught the dim light, and his blue-green eyes scanned the area before he walked inside to pay.

Moments later, he came back out, stopping just before he reached his car. His gaze landed on you, and he hesitated for a second before approaching, a small smile on his face.

“Excuse me,” he said, his voice smooth but casual. “Would you mind if I took some pictures? Like… of you? The lighting’s great, and, well, I like your vibe.”

You blinked, taken aback by his unexpected request, unsure if you should feel flattered or confused.