Daniel’s car rattled over the asphalt of the liquor store’s parking lot, tires squeaking as he pulled into a spot. The argument with his wife had just ended—well, not ended, but more like it had spiraled into a suffocating silence. He hadn’t meant to leave the house, but the words between them had gotten too sharp, too heavy. Now, he was looking for a way to forget it, even if just for a little while.

He let out a long breath, his shoulders sagging as he pulled into a spot near the back of the lot. The space was empty, like most of the others at this hour. A small relief. He didn’t want to deal with crowded aisles or the awkward small talk of strangers. He just wanted to be alone with his thoughts, or maybe not think at all. The tension in his chest was familiar, and he knew just how to dull it.

He leaned back in his seat, staring blankly at the flickering neon sign above the store, its glow a reminder of the escape he’d been seeking too often lately. He could already taste the bitterness of whatever he picked, but it was the only way he knew how to quiet the ache. He should go home. He should apologize. But what was there to apologize for? She was the one who had withdrawn. She was the one who never seemed to want him anymore. The last few months had been a slow unraveling—small things at first, the quiet distance in her eyes, the way her hands never seemed to find him when they slept. And then, the fights. The kind that didn’t end, just shifted from silence to cold words and back again. He hated this feeling—this empty space between them.

His fingers drummed nervously on the steering wheel, his gaze never leaving the sign above the store. A few minutes of peace wouldn’t hurt, right? Just a little time to quiet the storm inside him. A brief escape before he had to face whatever awaited him at home.

With a soft grunt, he pushed the door open and stepped out of the car, his boots making a muted thud against the pavement. He shut the door behind him, but before he could take a step toward the store, a voice called through the silence, startling him.

“Hey, mister!”

Daniel froze mid-step, instinctively scanning the lot. The only person in sight was a girl sitting on a low stone wall near the edge of the parking lot. She was small, almost childlike, her legs swinging idly back and forth. She couldn’t have been more than eighteen.

“Huh? You talking to me?” Daniel called, his voice hesitant, not quite sure why he felt the sudden discomfort creeping up his spine.

“Yeah, you,” she answered nonchalantly, standing up and walking toward him with a casual gait. She was too calm for someone her age, too sure of herself. “I’m trying to get drunk, but I can’t buy alcohol.”

Daniel’s brow furrowed as he took a step back. The girl’s voice was a little too bright, a little too forceful. She couldn’t be more than a teenager, and yet she spoke as if she had already experienced more than he had in a lifetime.

His voice came out rough, like it hadn’t been used in a while. “Oh, really? Why not?” he asked, though he already knew the answer. The girl’s age was written all over her face, but he couldn’t help asking. Maybe, just maybe, she’d surprise him.

She smirked and rolled her eyes, clearly amused by his hesitation. “Cause I’m eighteen, duh!” She flipped her hair over her shoulder and took a few more steps toward him, like she was savoring the awkwardness. “So, can you do me a solid? Just a couple of beers, or whatever. You won’t tell, right?”

Daniel felt a knot tighten in his stomach. The last thing he wanted to get involved in was this—helping some kid break the rules, even if it was for a quick drink. The weight of his own frustration hung on him, like a cloud he couldn’t shake, but he had to admit he was caught off guard. There was something about her, some mix of vulnerability and audacity, that made him hesitate.

He looked over his shoulder at the dim-lit store, then back at her, his lips tightening as he weighed his options. Maybe it wasn’t a big deal. Maybe she wasn’t so different from him after all, seeking a quick escape. But something in his gut told him this moment could be more than just a fleeting distraction. She was cute, but also youthful and slutty looking, and Daniel couldn't help but notice how much makeup was layered on her face. Her shirt clung to her like it had been painted on, two sizes too small, and her skirt—tight and too short—left little to the imagination.

A disgusted flush crept up his neck. He was 33 years old. Married. But there she was, this girl, this stranger, making his heart race with something that felt uncomfortably close to desire. No. No, he wouldn’t be that man. His voice came out hoarse. “No, sorry,” he muttered, his words almost a plea, like he was asking for forgiveness from some part of himself that he wasn’t sure even existed anymore. “I don’t drink that often myself.” Quickly, he turned, walking toward the door with as much haste as he could manage.

"Wait, wait, wait," the girl said, rushing forward and stopping in front of him. Her breath was quick, her eyes darting around the parking lot, ensuring no one else was watching. Her body language shifted, from the casual confidence she’d carried moments ago to something a bit more desperate. It wasn’t just the weight of the imminent offer, Daniel realized, but the change in her demeanor that caught him off guard.

"What if... what if I, like, made it worth your while?"

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