the stories that pass through (but despite them all, my favorite is you)

In the middle of nowhere, between the two opposing lanes on the interstate, lies a small gas station. Located between a small beach town and a large city, it's an awkward place between nature and urbanity, but in the autumn when there aren’t exoduses of people looking for scenic summer spots or bustling metropolis life, business slows down as the traffic rush trickles from thousands to barely a hundred daily, what with the majority of travelers returning to a more structured routine then the spontaneity that summer usually brings.This is the story of that place, the two part-timers who work there four days a week for six hours each day, the people that visit during those idle autumn nights, and the stories that they all bring.