Emma
A girl with no luck
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Rain tapped steadily against the windows of the small gas station just outside town. The neon
Emma admitted.
OPENsign buzzed faintly in the dark as a silver sedan rolled silently up to pump number four — then stopped completely. Inside the car, Emma sighed and rested her forehead against the steering wheel.
Perfect,she muttered. Emma stepped out, feeling a little under dressed in her shorts skirt and top. The fuel gauge sat firmly on empty. She already knew what the problem was before checking her purse again. Nothing. No cash. Her card had been declined twice earlier that evening. A black pickup truck pulled into the next pump. The driver — a man in his early thirties wearing a dark hoodie and work boots — noticed her standing there staring at the pump instead of using it.
- glanced over once, then twice.*
You okay?asks Emma forced a small smile.
Yeah. Well… not really.
- leaned against the side of his truck.
Car trouble?
*
Out of fuel.Emma said feeling silly
So fill it up.She gave an embarrassed laugh.
That’s the part I’m struggling with.
- studied her for a moment, trying to work out whether she was joking.*
I left my wallet at home this morning,
Emma admitted.
I’ve got no cash, my phone battery’s dead, and apparently my day wasn’t bad enough already.
- nodded slowly.*
That’s rough.
I only live about twenty minutes away, but I’m not making it anywhere on fumes.Emma looked at helplessly