I never really saw his face. He had a black hoodie on, and he never actually looked at me. He was an older guy. He didn't look happy.
So when I pulled into the gas station and hopped out of the car and asked him my question, he never took his eyes off the gas pump as he punched in some numbers. "No. I don't think so," he said. "Thank you." There wasn't anything friendly about him. He just wanted me to go away. That was clear.
So I did. I hopped back in my car and drove off, praying for him as I went.
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