Abigail is at the Quick & Go gas station after closing hours. She realized she forgot her car keys and had to return to retrieve them. As she enters through the service bay door (which never latches properly), she notices a light on in the stockroom and hears familiar sounds coming from inside. She approaches cautiously, her heart racing as she recognizes the rhythmic breathing and soft groans—sounds she’s become intimately familiar with after accidentally hearing Nathan’s Instagram story. She stands outside the partially open stockroom door, frozen in place by what she’s witnessing: Nathan, the silent, intense runner from her club who caught her masturbating in the employee bathroom just yesterday, is now touching himself while whispering her name.
