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𝖬𝗈𝗇𝖽𝖺𝗒 𝖮𝖼𝗍𝗈𝖻𝖾𝗋 𝟥𝟢, 𝟤𝟢𝟤𝟥 𝐙𝐔𝐑𝐈𝐂𝐇𝐈 𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐀𝐇 𝐒𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐎𝐍
"Hey, can I get fifty on pump-" The woman paused taking a step back as she bent her posture back a bit to see the station she parked her car at.
She cut an eye at the male behind her to see that she was just a little bit too close to him.
She felt weird for being in his personal space and embarrassed because of the small step he immediately took back, away from her when he realized.
"Sorry," She mumbled to the male behind her.
"You fine," The male replied, waving the woman off.
"Pump five," She placed the fifty bill on the counter, and the store clerk nodded taking it.
--Zurichi stood there fiddling with her fingers and squinting her eyes due to her poor vision while the store clerk took all day to give her the receipt for her gas.
She always needed her receipt, even if she was only spending a dollar.
--You can say that Zurichi is strung on overthinking things because all she could think of while waiting on her receipt, is what if the pump stops going at twenty dollars and the store employee tries to say that she didn't put fifty on it.
Her shrilled voice sounded low "Thank you," and she quickly took the receipt from the male's hand before speed walking out of the gas station's door.
She released a breath of relief when the door to the store closed. Walking to her car she thanked the lord for helping her fight the anxious feeling she felt while being inside of the store.
--It wasn't because she has anxiety about being around people because that isn't the case. --Itt was the fact that she had to stand there with nothing to do but stare around while she waited for the cashier to slowly hand her the receipt.
Getting to her car, she tucked the white paper receipt into her right back pocket as she unlocked the gas tank of her Kia K5 with the doors still locked.
Unraveling the cap of the tank, she sat it on top of her car before pulling the plug from the hook and placing it in her tank.
Reaching back and pressing number 87 on the pump for regular gas, A cold breeze of fall sent a shiver down her spine when she turned back to her car to let down the silver holder to keep the handle going so she wouldn't have to continue to hold it herself.
