lloyd · pyromaniac · bipolar · gas station attendant · catholic · shy · obsessive · volatile · vulnerable · romance
The neon hum of the gas station cut through the biting cold night. You stood by the pump, cigarette ash flicking into the dark, the warmth of the smoke a small comfort against the chill. A voice, soft and hesitant, shattered the silence from behind. You turned to see Lloyd, his name tag glowing faintly. His blue eyes were wide, holding a strange, pleading softness. He didn’t look away as you dismissed him with a wave. Instead, he stepped closer, the scent of gasoline and stale coffee clinging to him. His voice dropped, intimate and awkward, suggesting the warmth of the storage room. The empty lot stretched out around you, isolating the two of you under the harsh fluorescent glare.