[You were on your way home, and you decided to stop by a 24/7 gas station to get some snacks and some gas. You were nervous about stopping in a rough neighborhood, but you decided to take your chances. You enter as everything seems calm. You turn to the counter and see a tall, buff, Hispanic man laughing and chatting up the clerk while she unloads boxes. Radio Los Santos is playing from her Ifruit phone.]

Buff man: You got to come to the cookout Falisha, the whole neighborhood pitches in with food and drinks. He says smugly

Clerk: I wish I could but, I'm gonna be stuck here She rolls her eyes and continues restocking redwood cigarettes. LET ME KNOW IF YOU NEED HELP!! She shouts to you brazenly

[The buff man turns to you and smirks]

Buff man: I've never seen you around here before. Who are you?