Remembering a payphone around the next corner, he decided he should give her a call. He turned the corner and paused, momentarily confused. Instead of a convenience store with a payphone outside, he found a fancy-looking gas station with florescent lighting under a large metal canopy and brightly colored pumps beeping loudly when people touched the display screens. The store bore signs for a couple of fast food establishments inside and a car wash off to one side. Shaking his head, he walked up to the store and searched for a phone.
“Can I help you?” A teenage boy was holding the front door open. He was dressed in a uniform confirming he was the gas station attendant.
Eddie felt like a criminal again. He was out of place here, didn’t belong. If this pimpled face kid could intimidate him,
