roller machine. The hot dogs aren't good unless you are drunk or only have a
dollar.”
“Yuck,” Emily said.
“You don't like gas station hot dogs?” he asked.
“I don't eat meat,” she responded.
“Well, vegetables are probably better anyway,” William said.
He showed her the bottled drinks, candy bars, and the miscellaneous aisle with
toilet paper, medicines, and other random items.
“That is the tour,” William said, concluding the tour of the gas station. “Are you
sure you want to work here?”
“Well, it's either this or work at my uncle's farm,” she confided. “And I don't
feel like spending all day smelling pig shit.”
“If that was my choice, I’d pick here too,” William informed her.
After showing her the ropes of the gas station, there was a lull in customers. Both
William and Emily leaned against the counter.
“I can see the way you look at me so I want you to know.” Emily paused. “I’m not
like I was at the party.”
“I didn’t think you were,” William responded.
“All guys would,” she told him. “But my friend told me to loosen up. She fed me
drinks and dared me to kiss the hottest guy at the party.”
“Wait…” William stood up straight. “I was the hottest guy there?”
“Oh, yeah,” Emily replied. “Most of the guys there looked like my friend with her
hair cut short.”
“They do all kind of look the same in that family,” William said, chuckling.
“They definitely do.” Emily smiled. “But seriously. Don’t expect another make-out