Hayden
It's hot as f**k as I stand at the gas pump trying to get it to read my card. There must be something wrong with it, but my low gas light is on and I don't feel like calling and asking for help this afternoon.
Irritable from my day at work, I grab my purse and hoof it toward the store.
As I'm about to cross the parking lot, a truck with a too-loud exhaust system and a crude sticker on the back leaves in a flurry of squealing tires and rolling coal. Rolling my eyes at the display that no one asked for, I finally get into the blessed air conditioning and then groan as I see the line I'm presented with. Luckily for me, I see someone I know at the very end. Danny's dad.
"Hey, Mr. Ramirez." I smile as I get in line behind him.
"It's Juan," he corrects me.
"Sorry, I've never met a b
