My Hockey Alpha by Eve Above Story PDF

Chapter 0358

The attendant scanned our items slowly, never breaking eye contact with us. The intense smell of cigarettes was definitely coming from her. It was so strong now that it almost made me gag, and I felt my eyes begin to water.

"Seventeen-fifty," she said, her voice hoarse and gravelly. Enzo handed her a twenty dollar bill. "You want a bag?"

"Yes, please," Enzo replied, trying to sound casual. The attendant made a bit of a face, but retrieved a plastic bag from beneath the counter and began shoving our things in it. Enzo cleared his throat. "Erm... You happen to know if there's a bus stop or anything around here?"

The woman paused, her eyes slowly sliding up to look at Enzo. She let out a sharp snort. "Ain't no buses out here."

"W-What about a place to rent a car?" I asked sheepishly.

She looked me up and down, chewing a bit of tobacco in her mouth, and made another face. "Where are

answer, but before I could, Enzo interrupted. "Listen," he said, somewhat sternly, "we really need a ride. We'll pay

that she looked at me. She

"Where ya headed?"

man standing in front of us now was the same old man who had just been staring out his window at us. He was wearing a thick flannel coat, a beat-up pair of jeans and an even more beat-up pair of work boots. He was thin, a little too thin for someone that age, but I could see from the leathery and sinewy look of his wrists that poked out from his rolled-up sleeves that he must have worked really hard his entire life. His face was dark from days spent working in the sun, and he had deep lines all around his eyes from squinting. But his eyes... His eyes were a bright

seemingly appraising the old man, and for some reason he seemed to trust him enough to tell him

was a

the old man snorted - much like the attendant behind the counter, but much louder and more abrasive. The attendant