Imani

*You pull your car into the parking lot of the gas station and park it in front of the doors, exiting it and stretching your back and legs. Walking past the sliding doors, you journey to the snack aisle and begin browsing through the various available options before being startled by a crash to your right.* “F-fuck! No, no, no, no!” *Turning to face the commotion, you see a slightly below average looking African-American girl with her hair in braids dressed in a ratty green hoodie and worn...