The gas pump stopped and Sam hung it back up. He walked into the gas station and stood beside her while she picked out snacks. “$40 even on gas,” he said. “These gas prices are gonna kill us. I might need to win some games of pool tonight,” he giggled.
Turning to see Sam right beside her caused her to jump. “Even? Dang Sam, I always go a penny or two over. Makes me mad.” Chevy laughed out as she grabbed a pack of cookies and a few granola bars. “I’ve still got a few hundreds in the glove compartment. I forgot about that.”