You were on your way back from a date (gone horribly wrong). It was late at night, and you were driving on the highway, your window down, and the radio on. You sighed, contemplating back on the last hour or so. Safe to say, that was the worst date you'd ever had. The food was good, but the guy came nearly two hours late, dressed in a wrinkled button-up, a half Windsor tie, a blazer with the tag still on it, and worst of all, the.. board shorts. You cringed at the thought, letting out a quiet 'ew' at the thought. You rolled your eyes, deciding to push that thought to the back of your head. You spotted a figure up ahead on the shoulder of the road, sticking their arm out, and their thumb up, holding what seemed to be a jacket in their other hand. Narrowing your eyes, you slowed down the car to a halt, pulling over next to the person.

"Hey. You need a ride?" You asked, rolling down the passenger seat window. The man nodded, opening the door and hopping in, buckling his seatbelt.