Brian had an odd expression that was half-frown, half-smile. “No. I meant, do you need help with the gas? I’m not stranding you.” He imagined what kind of jerk he’d have to be to make Melody walk back to her car lugging a few gallons of gasoline. People probably did that and drove away feeling smug for having done half the job. In case it wasn’t clear, he climbed out of the van, sticking his arms in his coat sleeves as he walked around the hood. “Go talk to the cashier. I’ll get the can and pump the gas so you don’t turn into Jack Nicholson in The Shining out here.”
He swung through the glass door and went into the aisle with automotive supplies, looking over bungee cords, funnels, bottles of transmission fluid, and the like until he saw a few plastic containers stashed on the bottom rack. Brian grabbed one and went out to the pump. The chill was worse in the parking lot without any wind breaks and his hair stung his forehead. Brian hunched his shoulders as he directed the nozzle into the can.
When it was full, he screwed on the cap and hauled the can over to the back of his warm van, which had the engine running and the heat on full blast.
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Re: Lost Sleep
Date: 2016-01-21 02:19 pm (UTC)In case it wasn’t clear, he climbed out of the van, sticking his arms in his coat sleeves as he walked around the hood. “Go talk to the cashier. I’ll get the can and pump the gas so you don’t turn into Jack Nicholson in The Shining out here.”
He swung through the glass door and went into the aisle with automotive supplies, looking over bungee cords, funnels, bottles of transmission fluid, and the like until he saw a few plastic containers stashed on the bottom rack. Brian grabbed one and went out to the pump. The chill was worse in the parking lot without any wind breaks and his hair stung his forehead. Brian hunched his shoulders as he directed the nozzle into the can.
When it was full, he screwed on the cap and hauled the can over to the back of his warm van, which had the engine running and the heat on full blast.