The man came in every night for the next four days and when Friday finally came, Beth couldn't be more than excited. Her body wasn't used to this overnight shift and she had been feeling tired and sluggish nearly all week. Her plans for tomorrow included doing absolutely nothing and she could not wait to just get home. She hears the rumble of a motorcycle and she perks up, jumping down from the counter and heads toward the register, quickly glancing up at the clock and she smirks.
11:30
She says her soft hello to the man when he walks in and he nods his head slightly in response as he makes his way toward the cooler. Beth yawns and looks out toward the parking lot, noticing the bike parked near the door - where the man always parked it - and she finds herself speaking before she even knows what she's doing, cocking her head to the side thoughtfully as she keeps her gaze outside.
"What's it like?" she asks, finally turning toward the man who was making his way toward the counter, water bottle in hand. "Ridin'." she elaborates when she notices the slight confusion on that man's face and he follows her gaze as she looks back out toward the bike.
"Never been on one?" he mumbles, already digging in his pocket for his money and Beth shakes her head, grabbing a pack of smokes from the overhead before scanning them and setting them down on the counter.
"Never knew anyone with one," she responds, taking his money and the man nods his head, a small snort of what sounds like amusement reaching her ears but when she looks up at him his face is blank and she starts to wonder if maybe she imagined it.
The man never answers her question and surprisingly she is okay with that because she gets the feeling that maybe the answer isn't something that he could simply put into words - not that motorcycle man seemed to know a lot of words anyway but she just gives him his change and watches as he collects his purchase into his hands.
"See ya on Monday," she says just as he begins to walk away and he pauses, turning around to face her again.
"Ya don't work weekends?" he asks, placing his pack of smokes in his pocket and when Beth just shakes her head, the man stands there, seeming to contemplate something and she is a little surprised when he begins to make his way back to the counter, setting his water bottle down again.
"Lemme get two more packs," he mutters, already pulling out his money and Beth bites her lip but it is a useless attempt, her smile still breaks through anyway.