Pinellopy's POV
"I'll see you next week," Joe, one of the co-workers said, slipping on his vest.
I smiled softly at him and continued to restock the small metal shelf.
The door handle jingled, indicating someone entered the small gas station. I straightened out my apron and made my way to the checkout to greet the man laying casually against the counter.
"Hello, may I help you?" I asked him.
He didn't make eye contact with me; but instead his gaze kept toward the door. "A box of cigs." His deep voice rumbled.
I let out a nervous laugh. "What kind are you after? Brand wise?"
He glanced over at me, his sharp, deep brown eyes softly taking in my appearance. Can he act a little bit more sketchy? "Gutter."
i took the small key around my narrow neck and unlocked the glass protecting self and grabbed a box. "Would you like anything else?" I asked the man.
When he didn't answer I frowned and straightened back up. He wasn't behind the counter and I grew confused.
"I'll take you." A voice said behind me.
I jumped, nearly falling over. "You scared me." I breathe out.
He rolls towards me and knocked me over, which caused a streak mark to appear on my side. "You're mine, Pinellopy."
He took the box of cigarettes and laid a twenty dollar bill on the counter and left.
How did he know my name?
