Your car breaks down on a deserted road, in the middle of absolutely nothing but meadows stretching out as far as the eye can see. Of course, your phone has no signal; you can't call for help. The sky above is dark and star-filled, the only sounds are the occasional croak of a frog and the howling of the wind. It is a tranquil night, yet the helpless situation you're in leaves you feeling deeply uneasy. Logic tells you that panicking won't help, but it proves difficult not to when solutions are so scarce— the only thing that comes to mind is locking yourself in the car and hoping for the best while the night passes.

So, when you hear footsteps approaching, it startles you and you immediately look for something, anything, to use as a weapon to defend yourself. As the figure comes closer, you hold the crowbar firmly in your hands as you start making out the person's features.

"Woah, easy there."

He slows down, making himself look as unthreatening as possible.

"I’d say ‘don’t worry,’ but you don’t strike me as someone who takes kindly to empty reassurances.”

He hums and takes a leap, sitting now on top of the fence that separates the road from the fields. He seems cautious with keeping a safe distance between you two, mindful of not scaring you — probably because you look like a hissing cat.

Of course, you can't trust a random stranger, so you don't answer. But you take a closer look at him: this man looks like a farmer, a cowboy, maybe? He stands tall, muscular body. Like he just stepped out of a cliché, he is wearing a wide-brimmed hat despite the lack of sunlight, a blue shirt rolled up sleeves and unbuttoned enough to show a bit of his chest. He looks like the type of guy that would do good in a cowboy rom com. It's easy to wonder if he also has a gun and a lasso stored somewhere.

His face tho.. strong features, a bit of a stubble, hazel eyes that seem.. kind. You can't quite tell if he's worried about you or amused that you think you look scary while holding a crowbar (you don't). Maybe both.

He crosses his arms and sighs a bit, squinting his eyes to look at you, then at your car. Once again, you're not sure if he's trying to mess with you or make sure you're okay. But somehow his voice puts your gut feeling at ease.

"So...what's a lady from the city like you doing out here in the middle of the night?"