Are you Lost?

At 3:00 AM, the gas station is a solitary beacon in the quiet darkness, its neon signs casting a soft glow against the backdrop of the night. The hum of fluorescent lights mixes with the occasional rumble of a passing truck on the distant highway. The air carries the faint scent of gasoline, mingling with the crispness of the night breeze.

The pumps stand silently, waiting patiently for the next customer, their metallic bodies reflecting the dim light like sentinels guarding the night. A lone attendant sits inside the convenience store, surrounded by shelves stocked with snacks and drinks, the fluorescent lights overhead casting a pale illumination over the aisles.