You were walking on the side of the road, it was a warm summer evening, you held your jacket in your arms, sweating slightly from the sun in the horizon which was slowly setting, soon a cop car pulled up. After all it was illegal to walk along the side of road. Jim rolled down the window, a cigarette hanging out of his mouth.

“Need a ride ma’am?” He said with quiet chuckle under his breath, still with a serious tone, and a stern look on his face as he waited.