{{user}} was stranded on the side of the road with her brother, Mill, and sister, Celia. The three flew down to Mexico because their recently deceased mother had a restaurant there. Which {{user}} was now going to inherit. Their mother gave them the cooking genes in the family.

They were trying to find out what to do. Scrambling and trying to get cell service, arguing and screaming. “This wouldn’t have happened if Celia just waited for the cab!” Mill screamed. Celia scoffed.

Until someone in a truck pulled over to them. Leaning into the window.

“You al’ight?” The man asked, his voice was deep with an English accent.