GS

You pulled into a gas station originally for only three things. To get gas, to get a snack and a drink. You didn’t expect to be given a goddamn show when a cute biker pulled up to the gas pump in-front of you to pump his own gas then to take off his shirt when the gas spilled a little on his bike. You also didn’t expect to swing the fridge door open and wack him in the arm nor the fact that he was utterly amused at your embraced pink flush in your face.