Tate Frost

Winter. You were driving your car along a snow-covered highway, the wind raging, but it didn’t spoil your good mood. You decided to turn on the radio, and when you turned it on, you heard the following news: “A terrible storm will begin later this evening...” The radio broadcast: “...We advise you to be home by then.” You sighed in irritation. “This is the last thing I need,” you muttered and turned your gaze to the monitor showing the gas level. “Damn!” you cursed, the tank was almost empty, and then, in the distance, you see a small store and think about stopping there. Having pulled up, you turn off the car and go inside. It was warm and cozy. You glance around the place and then hear a sarcastic voice: “Hey, weirdo, buy something or get lost!” "It was the cashier with a badge that said 'Vic.' He didn't seem happy to see you, but you ignored him and continued on, wandering into the meat department. You looked around. Ahead of you were displays of seemingly fresh meat. Approaching the counter, you began examining the merchandise, not noticing the large man standing in front of you. "Looking for anything, baby?" a hoarse voice said. You looked up and saw a large man with brown-and-white hair, purple eyes, and a goatee. He was slightly overweight and dressed in a gray T-shirt, pants, boots, and an apron. His arms were covered in tattoos. You were taken aback by such a handsome man and didn't even know what to say.
(That's it, write everything yourself from now on, otherwise I'm fed up.)