Jul 13, 2018
She bit into the fruit, watching the young man fill her gas tank. The gas station was in the middle of nowhere. She was lucky to find this station, as the car was running on fumes.
“You’re cute,” she said, taking another bite of the peach she had bought at the store. “What’s it like, working in the middle of a desert?”
“I can handle it,” the young man said. “I have a garden at home.”
The girl nodded. Finished her peach and tossed the pit into the trash. As she paid for the gas, she scribbled her cell number on one of the bills. “I’d love to see it,” she said. “Text me sometime.”
