I should gas up the Barracuda.

As I roll into the gas station, it was the most brightest gas station I've been in. It had the usual box-shaped store with cashier in the middle. It also had 8 gas pumps to either side of the store and 4 bigger pumps for tractor-trailers a couple meters to the west. It was rather busy, but I did find an open pump for me to use.

I roll in and I easily tell that my car was the loudest at the station. A few heads turned to see what was making all the noise. I stopped, turned off the engine, and pull the keys out. Unusually, I found my keys to have a little teddy bear keychain, a bit fluffy, attached to it. I got out the the car and all the people looking at me, whether it be families moving or going out of state, rural truck drivers, car and motorcycle buffs, or the elderly, did not expect a beautiful, gorgeous, sexy female to be driving it. I looked around but did not pay any attention to it. I walk in a seductive way, with my slim waist and cute ass swaying to and fro, on my way to the cashier, who had a convenient window at the side of the building. I also notice that I wore common sneakers. I reached the window and gave the cashier $40 dollars in twenties.

"$40 dollars on pump #3," I said in stunningly girly voice.

"Thank you very much," the cashier said in a tired voice. He seemed uninterested in me, being that he was a guy and I a girl. He also seemed as if he was nearing the end of his shift and typical signs of fatigue were displayed upon his face.

I walk back to my car and then I glanced at a guy who was muscularly built and handsome. He wore a typical get-up of a white wife beater and baggy jeans and tan boots. He drove a sleek, polished, beige hot-rod, Shelby Mustang. He commented my car from the driver side of his muscle car, which typically had its hood up.

"That a nice car, sexy," he said as he walked from the driver's side of his car to the front. When he commented me and grab my attention, my heart started racing and I somehow got attracted to him.

"Yep, that's my boyfriend's ride," I lie to get away from any unnecessary trouble with the guy.

I continued to walk to the Hemi Cuda. If I was to look at my self in a second- or third-person view, I would say that I was a little flushed as I walked to the pump.

Following the instructions on the pump's LCD screen, I take out the nozzle and place it into the pipe leading into my car's gas tank. I place the nozzle on automatic fill and get into my car. I glance at the open purse on the passenger seat, and close it. I reach into the backseat and grab the small backpack and place it on top of my lap. I open it and out pops a fluffy polar bear. I take him out even though I couldn't stop to admire its fluffiness and softness and cuteness. I place him in the backseat, and like a child, I could see him smiling in his joy.

I look further into the backpack and see a diary-looking book. I think it would explain something about what happened to me, but unfortunately it was empty, void of even a slightest touch from a pen or pencil. I take it out, placing it next to my purse. I then find two things useful at the bottom. Both an in-car and socket phone charger is what I find. I hope it matches the dead cell phone I found in my purse.

The front pocket of the backpack was empty, just filled by loose change. After looking through the backpack, a short thump sound is heard sending a small shockwave through the car to accompany it. This meant that the $40 I gave to the cashier was used up. I get out and take the nozzle out and place it back where it was. I remember to put the gas cap back on and close the small door covering the gas cap.

I get back inside the Barracuda and put the key into the ignition. I turn it and the engine roars once more. A few more new heads turn but I don't mind. Done with gassing up, I choose to venture out into the rest of the stop.