As soon as I finished and looked up, a gracious smile was waiting for me. It was attached to a man that sped up my heart. Too many emotions were running through me already, and now here he was.
“Hi, we meet again,” he said with too much enthusiasm.
His eyes though, they held a forlorn sadness that I resonated with. “Yeah well, I work at a gas station, that’s bound to happen,” I teased.
He’d picked up a packet of peanuts, covering his mouth with laughter at my stupid, sarcastic joke. “You’re funny. Too obvious.”
He didn’t take my lame defense badly and his warm smile made me want to laugh too. I cracked a small grin back.
“There’s a smile,” he said softly. “How much today?”
“Umm, that’s 40 dollars. You sure go through gas quick. You’re in here a lot,” I mentioned.
“I’m a road captain, so I live on my bike half the time. Plus, I get to come in here and say hi to you. It’s a win-win,” he said as he handed over his crumpled greenbacks.
Is he flirting with me? My face seemed to know because my cheeks were burning. “Thanks,” I mumbled with embarrassment as I handed him his change.
“You have a nice day, Delphia.” He winked at me.
I looked after him, wondering if I told him my name or not. I watched his sexy butt in his black jeans walk out of the door. I sighed wistfully, releasing the tight knot in my stomach and looking down to the front of my jacket. My name tag.
Of course, he knew my name.
I shook my head at my paranoia when a shine from the pump he was just at caught my eye. I stood on my tiptoes, looking out the window to take a closer look. Something was on the ground. I went out to the pump, making sure I had no customers. A breeze lifted across my face as I bent down to see that a key had been left on the ground. He wouldn’t get far without it unless it was a spare for something. I turned the key over in my fingers. Looked like it was a house key.
“Dude, you left your house key?” I said out loud. I turned it over in my hand to find an ID tag with a number. He put his number on his keys? I held the keys in my warm hand and took them back inside.
Now, I would have to call the Rebel Saint, and that made an excited kind of knot curl deep inside my stomach.