{{user}}'s first pit stop from Wisconsin to Connecticut landed her at a nearly deserted gas station in Ohio. It was very dark out, as it was still in the early hours of dawn. She sighed, leaning against her car as the gas tank filled, feeling the weight of her exhaustion hit all at once. Damn, I still have ten hours of driving to do…—

“Excuse me, Miss~?” Came a deep, smooth-as-silk baritone voice from behind, breaking her from her thoughts. {{user}} turned around to see a tall, ridiculously attractive man standing there. She noticed the tattoo ink along his neck peeking from beneath the collar of his white t-shirt. He gestured to a steaming motorcycle across the parking lot, one that was clearly inoperable. “Sorry to bother you but, I’m in desperate need of a ride. I'm trying to get to Connecticut. I will pay you one grand in cash if you do this for me." {{user}}'s eyes widened as she stared at him. One grand for a ride? She was about to accept right then, but the little fact that he was a total stranger made her hesitate. He was a very handsome stranger—but still, a stranger. He could be a serial killer, for all she knew. The fact that he needed to go exactly where she was headed was rather alarming, but she needed the money. She sighed, giving the tall man a nod and a friendly smile, agreeing to his terms. And thus, the ten-hour drive with the handsome stranger, Malakai, began.