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It was eerily dark outside and the smell of burnt leaves hung in the atmosphere. I exited the gas station convenience store with a small small paper bag wrapped around my arms, which contained gummy bears, chips, chocolate, a German hotdog, and 2 bottles of ginger ale inside, along with hot brewed coffee that was carefully placed on my left hand. It wasn't the best, but it was good for what it was.
"Aw! You're such a nice partner for getting me some coffee!" Connor whined, his back sitting up straight immediately from being rested on the side of the Tesla.
"I bought you double cans of ginger ale, therefor, this is my coffee." I stare at him with a stink eye, handing him the little bag that contained all the unnecessary shit he asked me to buy. "You owe me 6 dollars, by the way."
"Fair enough." He agreed, pulling out the charger from the side of the Tesla and placing it back on the charging shelf as I got into the car. We quickly pulled out of the gas station, which genuinely relieved me, taking to account that the gas station was very, very sketchy. Not to mention that their convenience store items were tremendously overpriced.
"Why do I have to drive when you can drive too? My feet are exhausted. " Connor whined, clicking the turning signal as he directed the car wheel to turn to the left.
I sighed, facing him as he maneuver carefully on the dark and empty highway. "I would drive if I knew where we were going, dumbass. And what's that girls name again?" I comfortably shifted back to lean on my passenger seat, looking out the passenger window.
I am currently completely clueless of where we are or where were going as of the moment, considering the only thing Connor told me before we left other than he found a potential recruitment nearby was 'not to ask where they're located' and that 'I'll find out when I get there'.
Fucking prick.
My thoughts drift back to the conversation as he tries to recall her name. "Her name is...uh.." He says, snapping his fingers, looking like an absolute maniac.
On the cupholder, I spotted a small paper. It was a numbered list, one through three, and the first entry read "Elizabeth Emmett, Springfield, Illinois." Assuming that's where we were headed, I looked up and asked, "Elizabeth Emmett?" while holding the list.
