They stopped at some dusty, lonely gas station in the middle of nowhere.
“Are you done? Can we go now?” Sandy spat impatiently.
Dan returned the nozzle and headed towards the structure. He stopped short, however, when he saw old empty bottles neatly lined up on the shelves. The sun was setting and reflecting on them, glistening.
“Get me something to munch, will you?” Sandy yelled out.
This road trip was a mistake. “Us” was a mistake.
“Will you hurry up?”
Sandy’s voice chased after Dan as he pulled the screen door and went inside.