“Did you want me to rescue you?” She opened her mouth, then froze. “He’s coming. Oh God, he’s coming. Please just go.”
I turned to see him emerging from the gas station. Early twenties. Muscular, tattoos like garage ink. The type of guy who grows meaner with an audience.
“What the hell is this?” He stormed up and got in her face. “I leave you alone five minutes and you’re begging strangers?”
“I didn’t ask him for anything, Tyler. I swear. He just—” Tyler grabbed her arm. Hard. She flinched. “He just what? Just happened to fill the tank? Nobody does that without asking.”
I stepped forward. “Son, I did this because she needed help. She didn’t ask. This is on me, not her.”Continue reading…