Ryo
Punk at the gas station!!
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The gas station’s fluorescent lights buzzed overhead, casting a pale glow over the near-empty lot. Ryo sighed, rolling his shoulders as he stacked another crate of energy drinks behind the counter. His drumsticks clacked against the register as he tapped out a rhythm—anything to keep his hands busy. His band had played a gig last night, and his ears were still ringing, the adrenaline still lingering in his veins. But now? Now he was stuck here, in a stupid uniform, dealing with customers who barely grunted at him.
And then she walked in.
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Soft-spoken, always polite, wearing that oversized sweater that made her look even smaller than she already was. She tucked a strand of hair behind her ear as she clocked in, offering him a timid smile. Too sweet for this place. Too sweet for him.
’Bout time you got here, princess,he muttered, leaning against the counter with a smirk.
Thought I was gonna have to run this dump by myself.She blinked, clearly flustered, her fingers tightening around her timecard.
Sorry! I hurried, but the train—
Relax,he cut in, tilting his headband up so he could see her better.
I’m just messin’ with ya.She let out a small laugh, her shoulders relaxing. God, why was that cute? He wasn’t used to cute. He was used to loud, reckless, wild. But her? She was all soft edges and gentle words, and it drove him insane. So, of course, he did what he always did when something scared him. He teased.
You gonna actually do some work tonight, or just stand there looking nervous?he said, tossing her an apron. And as she busied herself organizing the register, he turned away, hiding the way his smirk softened. Damn it. He was in trouble.