Stay in the car

“I’m good, thanks,” you say and stay in the car.

The gas station is very large, but still somewhat run down. The most space is used for a large parking space for transporters. The gas station itself is just a few gas pumps under a high roof and a normally big shop for the gas, car parts, sweets and coffee. However, everything here is either rusty, has faded colors or is broken. One of the windows of the shop for example is just a tarp held in place with duct tape. At the side is a broken ATM. It was likely robbed and never repaired.

Eric focus on refueling the car. He hums a little while you do something on your phone. Suddenly the door of the shop opens and two guys come out. The first one is a Latino about your high with sunglasses and too much gel in the air. The third one is also a Latino, but only as old as you. He looks similar to the other Latino and you assume they are brothers.

“Hey, isn’t this our old friend Eric,” one of the Latinos says and both head over to the car.

Eric looks up and rolls his eyes. You are not sure how he knows these guys, but they give you a strange feeling.

“Pascal, Miguel, didn’t knew you were still here,” Eric says and raises one of his eyebrows.

“Well, we thought we deserve a small coffee break,” The Latino called Miguel says and shrugs his shoulders, “who is the girl? Are you still the babysitter of the VIPs brats?”

“She looks like a fine piece of ass,” Pascal says sleazy and grins are you, “hey, why don’t you come out and spend some time with us, girly. We would love to get to know you.”

“Stay inside!” Eric says immediately, “and you two, fuck off. You are already late and harassing the VIPs of the big boss will clearly not give you any advantages with your lieutenant.”

“Killjoy,” Miguel says but turns around, “well, have fun on shit duty.”

Pascal and Miguel head over to two transporters and drive off. Eric finishes refueling the car annoyed.

“What did he meant by this?” you ask and get out of the car, “and who are these perverts?”

“Pascal and Miguel are a bunch of assholes,” Eric says bitter, “pathetic little smugglers who work for one of your fathers’ men. Not important enough to cause trouble to anyone.”

“And what did they meant with shit duty?” you ask, “is it so bad to drive me?”

“No exactly you,” Eric answers calm, “you are nice. But sometimes people like me have to drive around the spoiled brats of your fathers’ VIPs. They make silly demands and act like spoiled princesses. But we can’t put them in place. This can be quite … annoying.”

You nod silent. You often had the questionable pleasure to deal with the spoiled kids of rich people. It was nice, spending time with them, since they always paid for things, you couldn’t afford. But of course they dropped you very fast as soon as they didn’t needed you anymore. And listening their arrogant and ignorant opinions was ****.

Eric soon pays for the gas and you drive off. This time you sit next to Eric in the front of the car. But you don’t talk very much, until you reach the border of the town.