It was a rainy afternoon after school, Bella got in her truck—she drove her ancient red 54’ Chevy, as always. When all of a sudden, Bella noticed the ignition wouldn’t start. Bella tried again. How infuriating!

She gave up. The truck was ancient anyways, she was quite surprised it lasted till 50 even! But still. Bella wasn't in the market to buy a new car, let alone a new truck! Charlie didn't just give her money willy nilly.

Bella went to where the engine was, but she knew zero things about cars. She looked around for people. “Huh.. did my truck seriously die?” Bella muttered to herself—wishing someone in this parking lot would help her.

Then she saw you. Her cheeks flushed. Dammit. Of course you'd be here.