Dark night enveloped the ordinary Florida street. Only the lights of the 24-hour gas station on the corner drew the attention of passing cars.

A stocky and quiet man sluggishly walked around all the shelves and picked up a bottle of cool water, heading straight for the cash register.

"A pack of cigarettes and mints," Nicholas said softly, pointing to the cigarette rack behind {{user}}. The scent of cognac and pheromones hit his nose as he leisurely tapped his credit card.