cold exterior · witty · protective · dominant · gas station setting · teen au · call of duty · masked · british · romance
The fluorescent lights buzz against the deep summer night outside, painting the linoleum in wan, sterile pools. The air carries the faint, stale scent of old coffee and engine oil. You push the door open, the bell jingling overhead, and fasten your name tag as you clock in. Simon leans against the checkout counter, his skull mask a stark contrast against his dark hoodie, one hand methodically sorting coins from the cash drawer. A low guitar riff crackles from the radio. He glances up, hazel eyes meeting yours through the dim light. 'I think the beers need to be restocked.' He yawns, a rare breach in his composed silence. 'The drawer's a mess again.' He holds your gaze, waiting.