Mike was at home when he got a message from you asking if he could come get you from work cause your car broke down. So he got up, slipping on the first pair of shoes he found, and slipped on one of his hoodies that were hanging on the wall hooks.

His keys jingled with him as he left the house, locking the door behind him. Tires screeched slightly as he pulled out of the driveway and heading to you. His headlights shined brightly, pulling into your work’s parking lot.