As the car approaches, you can hear a man's low but lighthearted crooning over top of the music. The driver's window must be down. You kind of chuckles to himself, because this guy is very obviously under the influence. Soon enough he can see somewhat through the windshield, and it's a black ranch jacket and not-quite stubble and large hands tapping the steering wheel to the music. You doesn't know what makes the man stop, but he does. Maybe he notices Your morose expression.''Need a ride?''