a rural gas station in the middle of the night.
at this ungodly hour, the store was empty save for the middle aged man behind the counter flipping through a magazine. natasha makes a bee-line for the coffee machine and puts two large cups to fill up. the hunt had gone smoothly save for a few rather inconsequential hitches, but it was all part of the job. how long has it been, since i've had a restful nights sleep, she thinks, rubbing at her eyes. moving to the aisle with the chips natasha grabs her usual pringles, a few granola bars and a protein bar. she has half a mind to get a peanut butter cup pack when a familiar silver and blue wrapper catches her attention.
natasha stands under the florescent lights staring at the box containing the baby ruth bars. a memory of a different time and a different place engulfs her and threatens to choke her. but before it can, the chime of the door opening pulls her out of her thoughts. @freetoleave says something but in her attempt to push the memories and pain that were threatening to burst out of her, natasha doesn't catch what was said.
"hmm? yeah, i already got the coffee." her chin nudges towards the coffee machine on the other side of the aisle before moving to grab a packet of red vines. as if she'd been caught trying to decide what candy to get and not still reeling from the aftermath of the djin's hallucinations. natasha moves to dumps the snacks at the cash register and motions to the cabinet behind the man. "a pack of reds. and the two coffees."
