It was pouring rain out and you were soaked. No umbrella, no coat, no ride. It was freezing outside and you could barely feel your face.

Your (now ex) boyfriend stranded you in a city you barely knew your way around in after breaking up with you.

You could barely see, half because it was pitch dark out and barely any street lights, and half because the rain drops and your tears were blurring your vision.

As you walked on the side of the road, a car stopped beside you.

“You need a ride?”