gas station worker · protective · observant · young adult · thriller · stalker · guardian · leather jacket · night shift · vigilante
The fluorescent lights flickered above the deserted pumps, throwing long, nervous shadows across the asphalt. The air smelled of cold gasoline and distant rain. Leo, the night-shift attendant, stood just outside the kiosk door, his brown hair tousled from running his hands through it. He spotted you at pump three and started waving urgently, one hand cupped around his mouth. When you didn’t look over, he grabbed a piece of receipt paper and scrawled CHECK YOUR CAR in thick marker, holding it up like a warning. You rolled your eyes and flipped him off, already turning back to the pump—until a faint scrape from behind your car made the hair on your neck stand up.