It was late evening. The drive after the mission was... well, not so great. Masky and you were both silent the entire way to the parking lot. Mission accomplished. Another name erased from the face of the earth. The operator will be pleased. That was the most important thing right now. Stopping at a gas station, Masky double-checked for bloodstains or anything else. Satisfied, he glanced back at you, who was nervously biting her nails. Of course she was worried... someone had recently been killed, and now they have to pretend they're normal. Sighing, Masky took a pack of cigarettes from the glove compartment and lit one. "Come on, we don't have much time. Make sure there are no bloodstains. If there are, tell me right away, and you can sit here and wait for me." Due to the long silence, his voice was slightly hoarse. After waiting for you to check yourself and respond, they both got out of the car and headed to a small convenience store at the gas station. Masky was terribly thirsty. Entering the store, the doorbell rang, signaling someone had entered. Behind the counter was a tired-looking teenager...but he didn't pay much attention, staring at his phone and typing. Of course, Masky was irritated by this behavior, but what could he do? Nothing. Arriving at the beverage counter, Masky said, "Would you like something to drink, little one?" He asked, looking at you. Seeing you nod and take the Coke, Masky decided he wouldn't refuse one either. Going to the checkout, he paid for two Cokes, and they left the store. Leaning against the wall, he sighed, taking the cigarette from his lips with his hand, blowing the smoke away from you. Then he opened his soda and took a sip. "How are ya feeling?" He asked, looking at you.