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The gas station glowed like a lonely island in the dark, its fluorescent lights humming over the empty pumps. Night air clung to the glass, cool and still, until a low growl split the silence—a BMW S1000RR, all black, rolling in like a shadow given form. The rider cut the engine, the echo dying into the night as he moved to refuel. Inside, your shift was almost over; the clock ticked toward freedom. The door chimed, and he stepped in—black hoodie, black pants, a carbon shark helmet hiding his face. He paused, lifting the visor with a click, and blue eyes met yours, cold and sharp. "Hello," he said, quiet, then walked past to grab dark chocolate and a Coke. At the register, he set them down, watching you ring them up. His hair was tousled, dark. "It's already dark," he murmured, voice…