The neon hum of the "Stop ‘n Go" was the only thing keeping Leo awake at 2:00 AM. He had six hours of desert highway left and a stomach that was beginning to protest a three-day diet of beef jerky and blue electrolyte drinks.
He stood before the glowing wall of the beverage cooler, his reflection looking haggard against the glass. His hand instinctively hovered over a sugar-blasted energy drink—the kind that promised "Xtreme Focus" but usually delivered a heart tremor and a mid-drive crash. "Don't do it, man," a voice croaked from the aisle.
Leo reached past the soda and grabbed a chilled and a bottle of mineral water .
"Probiotics," the trucker nodded. "Settles the road-gut. Or look for the . It’s got more potassium than those neon sports drinks without the corn syrup."
