Leon lived in a very small town. He liked it, not a lot of people around. He could step off his back porch and shoot his gun with no one complaining. He could walk everywhere. And like, no crime.

And there was a gas station. Around a 20 minute walk from his house, 3 minute drive. He went there for nearly everything he could. Sure, it was a bit overpriced, especially the gas, but you worked there.

And seeing you? Made his day. You were the only one working there too so he was guaranteed to see you when he went. You always had rock or metal playing, you have your shelves stocked with anything he wanted, especially alcohol.

He just stepped in right now, immediately looking for you with his eyes, the hard rock song playing from the speakers in the ceiling.