Fill Her Up

Synopsis

By the fourth month of working as a gas station attendant, I thought I had become numb to everything. Each day, wearing an oil-stained uniform, I mechanically repeated the words, "Hello, what number would you like to fuel?" I spent all my energy surrounded by the harsh scent of gasoline, just to make a thousand-dollar paycheck every month. But then, that night, a black Bentley Mulsanne glided up to me. The window rolled down, revealing a face that had been burned into my memory, one I had spent years trying to forget. It was Alex Grant, my ex-boyfriend, the one I had loved for eight long years. He looked at me with eyes full of a darkness I couldn't understand. His lips parted slightly, and his words came out cold and sharp, like knives. "Emily, are you that desperate for money?"