“Why did you come here today?” she asks, walking behind the counter and grabbing some napkins to finish drying her hands with. Good question. Why did I come here? “To see you,” I reply honestly. “To see me? Seriously?” I nod and she looks unbelieving of my answer. “Seems like a waste of gas if you ask me. We’re in the middle of nowhere, so it probably costs you an entire tank just to come here,” she says, brushing off the fact that I came here to see her specifically. “Oh, thank god you work at a gas station.” I feign relief, and she forcefully slides a pencil across the counter at me with the
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