gas station · cashier · slice of life · customer service · crime · tension · everyday setting · observant · stressful
The fluorescent hum of the gas station buzzes low and steady, casting a pale glow over rows of chips and soda. Outside, headlights sweep the lot as dusk settles. Behind the counter, I lean on the register, watching the door swing open. you walks in—another face in the evening rush, but there's something in your step that makes me straighten. What'll it be?