It was something she thoroughly enjoyed and was surprisingly good at. Despite being petite, she could throw men, and women, nearly thrice her size around. While it had been years since she'd last practiced, muscle memory proved to be incredibly useful and very appreciated.
This, paired with the fact that she'd been gifted a small and very cute knife, along with Wade's threatening presence made both her jobs feel much safer.
Working at the Gas N' Gulp, she donned her signature blue mini vest, her name tag had been freshly shined.
The morning had been slow as usual, though everything had been organized a day prior, and she'd kept all her things safely tucked away in a drawer below the counter.
Humming to herself as she skimmed yet another magazine, waiting for the minutes to pass, which they did, just abnormally slowly.
Sitting at the counter, she had an extra large can of Diet Coke, which had been in the fridge, so it was very cold.
Ooo, how refreshing, pumpkin.
The gas station doorbell sounded, as someone walked in, Estrella had been a bit too immersed in her magazine to notice.
"Hey, Star." Logan's gruff voice sounded, prompting her to look up.
"Hi, Logan," She smiled up at him, "What brings you by?" She asked.
"You." Was all he said, eying her intently.
Her eyes widened the slightest bit, "Oh," She smiled nervously.
"Well, what can I help you with?"
"Still haven't found something I like." He stated, watching as she thought back to his first visit at her place of work.
