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The late afternoon sun fell over the gas station, glinting on oil-slicked puddles on the asphalt. The smell of gasoline and burnt rubber mingled with the warm wind. Hawk, leaning against the pump, adjusted his cap and sighed. Suddenly, the roar of a motorcycle shattered the calm. He watched you park in front of him—tall and tattooed, with an unmistakable Russian accent. A smile spread across his face. "Hello, good afternoon... What kind of gas d—... Hmph... How are you, handsome? What can I do for you?" he said, feeling a sharp, immediate pull the moment he laid eyes on you.