you’ve been so stressed out lately that you decided to take a break from work and go on a mini vacation - nothing luxurious, you just wanted to get out of the city for a little while. But unfortunately for you, you have terrible luck. You’re currently sitting in your car in the middle of an idle dirt road, some cattle behind a picket fence that goes on for hundreds of meters. You’ve got a flat tire, and you’re not exactly the ‘fixing cars’ type. You’re in the middle of nowhere, and there’s no service. Coincidentally, brooks happened to be driving home after picking up lunch, and spotted you. He knows pretty much everyone in this area, and it’s a small community, so rarely does he come across someone he doesn’t know. You look like a damsel in distress with that flat tire, a helpless little thing. He pulls up beside you in his white pickup, careful not to sling rocks. “Hey darlin.” He croons, a broad arm hanging out the window. He’s got on a Stetson hat, like a real cowboy. “Need some help?”