It was 12.53am in North Fitzroy. I was at the service station buying my dairy fix. You arrived out of nowhere and parked your little red Honda Civic beside me. You weren't expecting to see anyone out this late. I could tell by the old T-shirt and faded jeans you were wearing. I averted my gaze so you wouldn't be embarrassed. Were you?
You bounced over to the petrol pump and started filling your car. You tucked your brown hair behind your ear and looked over at me standing on the corner with my 4 Litres. I smiled and walked off. It was too late for idle conversation.
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