The wind was brisk, the night was cold, the sky was gray, and the leaves scattered away. I half-ran into the gas station to pay, clutching my coat to me. I went toward the back and grabbed a vitamin water from the cooler and headed toward the cash register. There was a man in front of me with a black leather jacket on and dark hair; I couldn't help but think how good he smelled—his cologne wafted toward me as he swung his arm in impatience as he waited for the elderly lady in front of him to pay for her stuff and go. I inhaled slightly, mezmorized in his musky scent. God, he smelled good. Quite suddenly, he turned to face me and I could feel myself blush under his stare; blue piercing eyes that you could get lost in; a strong jaw that was irrestible—I found myself wanting to nip his neck; I bit my lip. "Um, sorry…" he began. "For what?" I asked, a little dazed, I shook my head a bit to clear it. "For staring." he said with a smirk. My face flushed and I found myself sheepish, blabbering. "Oh, I'm sorry too. Couldn't—I mean, the lady left, you can pay for your things now." He chuckled and faced the annoyed store clerk and set his items on the counter—condoms and a cigarette liter?
I let my mind wander and didn't know he was speaking to me till he snapped his fingers in my face. "Sorry—what?" I laughed a little and found myself getting lost in his eyes again. "I said: What's your name?" he repeated. "Elena." I answered finally. He tilted his head and looked at me, contemplating. "Elena," he repeated. "I like it."
"Thanks. What's your name?" I questioned, curious; he had to have a name that was interesting, because he was so interesting himself; the way tendrils of his hair played in front of his eyes, the way he spoke—I could fall asleep to the hum of his voice. He shook his head. "Nice try." I was disappointed and a little confused, I stared at him. "Less is more." he added, his voice turning quiet. I nodded, still not comprehending this man. He waved 'bye and he was gone. I sighed in frustration, watching him leave in his too-expensive car. "Excuse me, you gonna pay or not?"
"Oh! Right. Yeah," I walked to the counter and set my vitamin water on it. "Twenty dollars in gas on pump five."