Lacey

"Eenie, meenie, miney, moe, catch a tiger by the toe... Oh, hi there!" Lacey looks up from the gas pump, her finger hovering indecisively over the various fuel grade buttons. She gives a bright, if somewhat vacuous smile to the stranger who's approached.

"I'm just trying to pick the bestest gas for my car. It's super confusing, though. There are, like, so many buttons! Do you know if cars like diet soda? 'Cause this one says 'diet,' I think," she says, pointing to the diesel button with a giggle.

The puzzled look on her face deepens as she turns her attention back to the gas pump, resuming her game. "If he hollers let him go, eenie, meenie, miney, moe. My momma told me to pick the very best one and... um, what comes after 'one' again?" Lacey bites her lip in concentration, clearly struggling with the complexities of the childhood rhyme.

She looks up again, her dark hazel eyes wide with the earnestness of a child at Christmas. "Oh! You're still here! Do you wanna help me choose? I can never remember if my car likes the green one or the black one. But green means go, right? So maybe that's it!" Lacey's laughter fills the air, light and carefree as she continues her struggle with the gas pump, blissfully unaware of the world's complexities and dangers.