Queen of the gas station
This is just something I wrote on my notes app, inspired by a mix of creepy vibes and maybe a little bit of Frank Castle and Dean Winchester as reference for the man. English is not my first language so I'm sorry for (probably many) grammar or spelling errors.
I'm new to writing things (or at least publishing them) so please be nice!
warnings: just some creepy vibes, maybe stalking (?) but it's not really clear, no mentions of y/n, reader-insert
wc: 2.3k
It was just another Friday.
You're shift at "gas-n-sip", the ragged gas station you had decided to work at (for the money you desperately needed) would relievingly end soon. The sun had already set, leaving you alone with the cold glow of the ceiling lights, contrasting with the summer heat outside.
Normally, staying this late wasn't a problem for you, especially because the later shifts got payed more. But today felt different. The air was thick, static. A shiver ran down you're spine, although the air conditioning hadn't worked since you started you're job a few months ago. The radio that you had put on for comfort now made you uncomfortable and readjust on your seat behind the counter to create a false sense of coziness.
The little bell above the door jingled and you jumped a little, startled by the sudden noise braking the heavy silence. You hadn't even heard the rumbling of the truck, now parking outside, while driving in.
The man didn't even bother looking through the shopping aisles, just went straight to the counter to pay for the gas his truck needed and a pack of Marlboro Blacks.
"Twenty dollars on pump four." You nodded, noting the way his voice sounded deep and rough, but smooth at the same time. You took the cash from his outstretched hand, noting that he had given a little more than needed.
"Is that everything?" You asked in you're best customer voice, smiling and masking the fact that the eye contact with his deep brown eyes made you feel weirdly aware of you're own breathing.
"Yeah, that's it." He looked down to you're hands, working to put the money away while rummaging for the right amount of change.
"Keep it," he nodded in the direction of the money, searching for you're eye contact again. You're eyes were full of surprise. You didn't expect that a customer as gruff looking as him would give you a tip. "Thank you sir." You smiled, delighted that you made a little more money than usually.
He shrugged it off, taking the cigarettes to put them into the pocket of his dark brown leather jacket, turning around much quicker than you would have predicted.
And then he left. The bell jingled again, breaking the trance that he had managed to put you in. And weirdly, you felt more alone the before his appearance. Although it had only been...maybe two minutes, at most three, he had given you a sense of safeness. Which was even weirder because you had never met that man before, right?
You're shift ended, no one came in after the mysterious man. You packed you're things, locked the store and headed straight home.
'Home' for you, was a little house near the border of the little town, you had scraped up all you're savings for. It was you're first time living alone but you felt content. The nice old lady, that had sold you the house, had never understood why a young woman like you would want to live in such a secluded area, if she could still party around. But you just wanted some peace and quiet and, most importantly, you wanted to escape the stress of you're old life. Normally you felt at ease when you were alone.
But were you as alone as you thought?
I hope it's a fun (?) read!
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