Cody pulled into the Conoco station with a jerk as he tried to gaze casually at the large Ford truck that had just rolled to a stop at one of the dozen fueling islands. The truck was on the inside of the terminal, so Cody slid up next to the pump on the opposite side of the island, the side further from the store.
“This will be perfect,” said Cody.
“What are you talking about?” responded Ray, working to snub out his cigarette – a difficult feat with the car’s sudden change of trajectory. “I thought we were on our way to Garret’s.”
“I need gas.”
“I need another pack anyways. I’m gonna run in real quick – you want anything?”
“No. Just shut up and sit there for a minute.” Cody’s voice was stern, and although he fumbled around in the car’s center console as if looking for his wallet, his eyes never cut away from the driver of the truck.
“Seriously, what the fuck? Garret’s waiting for us.”
“I know, but just shut the fuck up for a second. I’m gonna show you a trick I learned.”