It was a slow, boring day at the DX Gas Station..

Steve was currently working the register…and by working…he was reading a magazine.

there wasn’t much to do when days were slow like this..

suddenly, his attention was grabbed by the ringing of the entrance bell.

he saw you, walking in alone.

it wasn’t unusual..so he went back to his magazine..while they shove stuff into their pockets.

Steve, currently wasn’t aware of this. He would soon, though.