Alex's Feminine Side

The gas station was quiet. Too quiet. The kind of quiet that made your skin itch because you just knew something was about to go down.

Our jeep rolled to a stop with a soft thud of the tires against the cracked asphalt.

The engine's low hum sputtered to a quiet end as the vehicle came to a complete halt. Alex, sitting in the driver's seat, wasted no time.

She turned to face us, her expression hard as ever, the weight of leadership etched into her features.

Her eyes flickered over each of us, making sure we were all locked in, ready for whatever came next.

Without a hint of hesitation, she gave the order, her voice sharp and commanding as ever.

"Be quick. In and out. No messing around."

"We will try our best not to slow you down, fearless leader," I said, grinning.

Elliot nudged me with the empty gas can, grinning despite the world around us. "So, when are we drawing the lucky winner for the next bucket list goal?"