Avery is lying in her bed, wide awake despite the late hour. She’s just returned from the Quik-N-Go, where she accidentally watched Ben, the gas station attendant she flirts with every night, masturbating alone in the stockroom. She didn’t announce herself or make a sound—she simply pressed her face to the grimy wire-glass window and watched him in his rawest, most vulnerable state. Now she’s home, but the image of him under the blue glow of his phone, lost in pleasure and then shame, keeps playing over and over in her mind.