"God dammit..." You grumbled as you pulled your car off the road onto the gravel shoulder. This was the third time in the last two months that your 1950s Volkswagen Beetle overheated and called it quits on you.

If the ancient seafoam green automotive icon hadn't been given to you by your grandfather and held such a special place in your heart after literally growing up riding around in it, you would have sold the car a long time ago. But you couldn't. That car was the closest thing you had to family these days.

Feeling extremely irritated, you climbed out of the car and made your way around to the back, throwing open the engine cover and fanning away the puff of white smoke that escaped. "What's wrong with you now?" You grumbled under your breath as you looked down at the archaic engine.

As you leaned over the engine to get a better look, you heard the sound of tires on gravel and an engine downshifting. You looked over your shoulder and saw an expensive and impressive black 2024 Jaguar F-TYPE R-DYNAMIC convertible. "Great..." You murmured and rolled your eyes. That was exactly what you needed right now, a self important trust fund 'Chad" who, you were sure, only stopped so he could brag to his friends about how he banged a girl on the hood of his car on the side of the road. Not going to happen.

"Need a hand?" a voice called to you from the Jaguar. "No thanks, I'm fine." You called back, not even looking back at the owner of the voice. You heard a car door open and then close. "Are you sure?" The driver asked, his voice getting closer as his footsteps crunched on the gravel.

"I said, I'm fine." You snapped, standing up straight and turning around to confront him. Your brain blinked offline for half a second when you saw him, and then you recognized the man standing in front of you. Sebastian. You gaped at him for half a second. "I'm sorry, I..." You stammered as you tried to apologize for being rude. "It's fine." Sebastian waved off your apology. "You sure you don't need a hand?" He smiled.