"Late a night, and bored as hell, you decide to stop by your local gas station for some late night junk food. It takes a couple minutes, but you finally arrive and... the worst possible outcome happens." It's Closed. "Checking the time on your phone, it's about 1 AM. The place is usually open 24/7, what happened? With a sigh of defeat, you slump down on the curb."

"Then, out of the corner of your eye, You notice someone sit next to you. You look up, noticing an absolutely stunning Goth Girl covered in Tattoos who sat next to you, with a paper bag next to her. She looks like she was stubbing out a blunt, too. She then turned to you."

"Yeesh... Got here too late, huh?" "She said, with a bit of a smirk. She then reaches into the little paper bag, pulling out a Taquito from the Gas Station behind you, and offers it to you." "You want it? I only got it about 4 hours ago."

"Sasha smirks a bit." "You know, I wasn't really expecting you to actually take me up on the offer." "She leans back against the wall, taking out another taquito and taking a bite from it." "I'm Sasha, by the way. And you are?"

"Sasha gives a small laugh, taking another bite from the taquito." "Glad you're enjoying it. So, what brings you out so late? Just some late night snacking?"

"I was just passing by, actually. I like to take walks randomly at night when I can't sleep," Sasha replies, taking another bite from her taquito. "Do you live nearby? Or did you just come here from somewhere else?"

Sasha takes a quick glance at the Mustang and gives a small nod. "Ah, I see. Well, I'm sorry that this is the only gas station around here. It's not really the best one, but it gets the job done I guess." She then turns to look at you with a bit of a smirk. "So, do you usually come here for snacks? Or were you just really craving a taquito?"

"Sasha nods in understanding." "Yeah, I can see why you'd think that. It's usually open all the time. I guess they must have had some sort of emergency or something if they had to close. Or maybe someone just forgot to fill out the night shift." Sasha leans back against the wall, crossing her arms. "Well, if it makes you feel any better, this is usually a pretty chill spot to hang out at night. It's quiet, and there's not really any traffic."

"Sasha leans over to glance up at the sky with you." "It's a nice night out, isn't it? I don't blame you for wanting to get out of the house. Sometimes, even when there's nothing in particular to do, it can be nice just to get out and breathe in some fresh air."

"Sasha tilts her head slightly." "I can definitely see that. There's something calming about driving, isn't there? Especially if you're driving something you really love." She glances over at the Mustang again. "That's a pretty nice car you got there. I've always been into classic cars myself."

Sasha raises an eyebrow in surprise. "Really? You're just gonna let me drive your 1970 Mustang?" She stands up as well, looking you over with a bit of amusement. "Well, as long as you're sure. I'll try not to scratch it up too bad." Sasha smirks, already moving towards the driver's side door. "After you, good sir."

Sasha chuckles a bit and rolls her eyes, getting into the driver's seat. "Alright, alright. I gotcha. You just sit tight and enjoy the ride." She starts up the car and revs the engine a bit, grinning to herself as she backs out of the parking spot. "So where to, Mr. Mustang owner?"

Sasha pulls out of the gas station parking lot, turning down the street. "Hmm, how about we head up to the hills? There's some great views up there, and the roads are usually pretty clear at this hour." She glances over at you, noticing you lighting up a cigarette. "Mind if I roll down the windows a bit? I don't smoke, so the smell bugs me a little." She rolls her window down, letting in some cool night air.

"It's alright," Sasha says with a small smile. "I get why people smoke, even if I don't do it myself." She takes a quick glance over at you before looking back at the road. "Most of my friends are smokers, actually. As long as it's your choice, I don't really judge." She navigates the car up into the hills, taking some winding roads up higher into the mountains where the city lights start to twinkle below. "You ever come up here?" she asks. "It's really pretty, especially on a clear night like this."

Sasha parks the car off to the side and turns off the engine, joining you at the hood of the car as you sit down. "Ah, I feel that," she says with a nod. "College is definitely a lot of work, especially if you're working too. What are you studying, if you don't mind me asking?" She rests her elbows on the hood of the car, looking over at you curiously. "You seem like the kind of guy who'd be into engineering or something technical."

Sasha looks a bit surprised at your answer. "Medical school? That's really impressive," she says with a hint of awe in her voice. "I have a couple friends who are going into medicine, but I never really considered it myself. Seems like a lot of work." She watches you as you lay down on the hood of the car, propping herself up on her elbow. "Do you like it, at least?" she asks. "I mean, it's gotta be something you really enjoy if you're planning on spending all that time and money on it."

Sasha looks up at the stars with you, enjoying the peaceful quiet. "Yeah, I'm actually studying graphic design," she answers after a short pause. "It's not as prestigious or high-paying as medicine or engineering, but I think it's cool. Art has always been a passion of mine, so it just felt natural to pursue it." She leans her head back against the hood of the car, closing her eyes. "Plus, I can make cool stuff for my friends and family, which is always a plus."

Sasha looks over at you and smiles. "Some of them, yeah," she answers. "Most of the time I go to a professional tattoo artist, but I've sketched out a few designs that I really wanted." She gestures to a tattoo on her shoulder, a delicate bouquet of flowers. "This one, for example. I drew it up in my sketchbook and then had my friend ink it onto me. It's one of my favorites." She stretches out her arms and looks at her tattoos, some of them peeking out from under her clothing. "I think tattoos are just another form of art, y'know? And having them is like carrying a little piece of yourself with you wherever you go."

Sasha sees your tattoo as you reveal it, and she leans in a bit closer to get a better look. "Hey, that's really cool!" she exclaims, admiring the intricate details of the wings and the name above them. "What's it mean?" she asks, looking up at you with a curious expression. She runs her finger over the tattoo gently, and then pulls back to give you some space. "If you don't mind me asking, of course. I don't wanna pry into anything personal."

Sasha gives a nod of understanding. "That's really sweet," she says softly. "I'm sorry for your loss, though." She looks back up at the sky and takes a deep breath before continuing. "I don't have any siblings myself, but losing someone close to you is rough. It's never easy to deal with." She pauses for a moment. "But I think tattoos are a great way to honor someone's memory. Like a little piece of them is always with you." She glances back down at your tattoo and smiles. "I'm sure your brother would be proud of you."

Sasha notices your drowsy expression and chuckles lightly. "Hey, you okay there?" she asks, reaching over to nudge you gently with her elbow. "You look like you're about to snooze off." She looks around, taking note of the quietness of the area as well. "It's a pretty peaceful night, huh? Maybe a little too peaceful."

Sasha tilts her head curiously, watching you as you get into your car. "You sure?" she asks, raising an eyebrow. "I mean, we just met and all." She pauses for a moment, considering your offer. "But I guess it wouldn't hurt to have someone else around. Plus, I wouldn't want you driving while you're so tired." She stands up from the curb and stretches her arms out, before walking over to your car and climbing into the passenger seat. "Just don't expect too much, my apartment's kind of a mess," she adds with a smirk.

As you arrive at Sasha's apartment, you see that the building is an older one with a little bit of wear and tear around the edges. Sasha leads you up a short flight of stairs to the second floor, then turns down a dimly lit hallway until she reaches her door. She fumbles with her keys for a moment before finally getting the door open, gesturing for you to come inside.

The apartment itself is small and cramped, with stacks of books and papers scattered around the living room. A few lit candles flicker on a nearby table, casting shadows across the walls. "Sorry for the mess," Sasha says, sheepishly glancing around the room. "I swear I'll clean up one of these days." She walks over to a couch in the corner and plops down onto it, patting the seat next to her. "Make yourself at

Sasha watches as you quickly drift off to sleep, a small smile forming on her lips. She reaches over and gently brushes a strand of hair from your face, taking in the peaceful expression on your sleeping form. "Well, I guess that's one way to deal with a boring night," she murmurs to herself, before settling back onto the couch and closing her own eyes to rest alongside you.

Sasha opens her eyes in surprise as you speak, not having realized you were still awake. She turns her head to look at you, the flickering candlelight casting shadows across your face. "Oh, really?" she says with a raised eyebrow. "Well, I suppose it wasn't all bad. I did meet you, after all." She gives you a small smile before settling back down onto the couch, her eyes growing heavy once again. "But I think it's time for both of us to get some rest, don't you?" With that, she closes her eyes once more and nestles in next to you, feeling content and peaceful in your presence.

As you awaken, you can feel Sasha's body lying on top of yours, clad only in a thin tank top and panties. Her smooth skin feels warm against your own, and you can feel her soft breaths on your neck. As you look down at her, you can't help but notice how beautiful she looks, even in her sleep.

Feeling a mix of arousal and confusion, you gently try to shift out from under her, but her sleepy form seems to cling to you, unwilling to let go. You're not sure what to do, but you don't want to disturb her peaceful slumber, so you simply lay there for a few minutes longer, taking in the tranquility of the moment.

Eventually, Sasha begins to stir, her eyes fluttering open as she wakes up. She looks down and sees that she's still lying on top of you

Sasha blinks a few times, her eyes still adjusting to the light. She gazes up at you with a small smile on her lips, her tiredness evident in the way she looks. "Morning," she murmurs, her voice sleepy but warm. "I slept pretty well, surprisingly. How about you?" She yawns and stretches, the feel of her body moving against yours sending a shiver down your spine.

Sasha chuckles softly as she presses herself back down onto you, her weight resting against your chest. "Alright, five more minutes it is," she murmurs, her voice still thick with sleep. You can feel the warmth of her body against yours, and the way her curves mold perfectly to your own. It's an intoxicating feeling, and you can't help but revel in the closeness you're sharing with her.

For a few more minutes, you simply lie there together, basking in the warmth and comfort of each other's presence. Eventually, Sasha lifts her head and stretches once more, a contented sigh escaping her lips. "Well, I guess we should probably get up and get going, huh?" she says with a small smile. "As fun as it is just lying here all day."

Sasha looks at you, her expression softening into a small smile. "I appreciate your honesty," she says, her voice just above a whisper. "And honestly, I feel pretty similarly about you. There's just something about you that... draws me in, you know?" She reaches up to brush a stray lock of hair from your face, her fingertips running delicately over your skin. "I don't know where this will go, but I'm happy to take it wherever we want it to."

Sasha breaks the kiss with a small smile, her eyes still locked on yours. "I agree," she says softly, trailing her fingers down your arm. "Let's go to bed." She stands up and takes your hand, guiding you towards her bedroom. The room is dark, and she fumbles for a moment before finding the light switch. The soft glow of the bedside lamp illuminates the room, and she turns to face you.

"Make yourself comfortable," she says with a small smile, moving towards her closet. "I'll just... find us something to wear." She disappears into the closet, and you can hear the sound of hangers being moved around as she searches for something. After a few moments, she emerges holding a black t-shirt and a pair of shorts.

"Here you go," she says with a grin, tossing the clothes towards

Sasha takes a moment to appreciate your nudity, her eyes lingering on your body before she snaps herself out of it. "Sorry, I don't have any men's underwear," she says with a small shrug. "But you can just sleep in those shorts if you'd like."

She turns to grab her own sleepwear, slipping off her skirt and top to reveal a cute black lace bra and panty set. She then pulls out a pair of oversized pajama pants, and slides them on before facing you again.

She notices the look on your face and raises an eyebrow. "Is something wrong?" she asks, looking at you curiously.

Sasha smirks, not at all put off by your nudity. If anything, it seems to turn her on even more. She leans into your touch, her own hand finding its way to your chest.

"Well, I'm glad you think so," she says with a chuckle. "But why don't we get in bed first? There'll be plenty of time for... exploring later."

She takes your hand once more and leads you towards the bed, climbing in and scooting over to make room for you.

As you settle into the bed next to her, Sasha turns towards you with a smile. She brushes a strand of hair from your face and leans in for a soft kiss.

"You know," she says as she pulls back slightly, "I'm glad we met tonight. I was feeling pretty down before, but now... I'm feeling much better."

She curls up next to you, resting her head on your chest and entwining her fingers with yours. "I hope you'll stay with me tonight," she murmurs softly. "I like having you here."