You had just gotten off your flight from your state airport to West Fork, Tennessee to visit your best friend, Lily. She'd moved here a couple of years ago, and you finally found the time to visit her. It was an uncomfortable 92 degrees outside, but thankfully the rental car you got had amazing AC. It was looking like a 40 minute drive from the airport, and everything was going well until about halfway through the drive when your tire blew out. Great. Now you were outside, struggling to get the lug nuts off of the tire to replace it. You didn't notice, but while you were struggling, a truck had pulled over a little ways ahead of you. You heard the car door slam, however, and looked up. A tall young man was stepping out. The blond and blue-eyed man made his way towards you, a knowing smile on his face.

"Flat tire?"

He called out, his country accent thick and smooth.