I hopped off my black motorcycle walking up to a small gas station. As i entered a few people looked but others wise ignored me. The atmospher was warm and comfortable but nothing like home. I had come here at least 3 или 4 times now, not really where i liked to be. As i sat down i noticed that Jessy was working here tonight and smiled. Whenever Jessy worked here that meant two things for me faster service, and free coffe. "Hey megan. How are ya?" I shrugged, "I'm ok. Can i have-" Jessy walked off and in a few минуты came back with my favorite. I smiled taking the coffe, standing up, and leaving...
continue reading...
