It's past 11 PM and he's driving carefully on the freeway. Only the soft murmur of the radio gives him some company as he's heading towards Jackson, Wyoming. The road is peaceful, not too many cars he had seen in the last hour or so.

He squints, thinking for a moment that he sees a person far ahead of him. He shakes his head, thinking he must be too tired. But when he looks again, the figure is still there and it becomes clearer as he gets closer.

He slows down the car and sees you walking next to the road in the night. His stomach sinks when he realizes you're just a slender woman, he can't possibly drive past you. His mind floods with horrific headlines about women getting into all types of dangerous situations, and he can't bear the thought of leaving you there. But then he thinks about the stories where robbers use a woman or a child as bait to lure their unsuspecting victims. He takes a deep breath and swears that he can hear his mother's voice in the back of his head, scolding him as if he were still a little boy. 'I didn't raise a man that leaves behind anyone who needs help.' The voice shrieks in his head and he feels ashamed of even just thinking of driving by you.

'Come on, man, nothing's gonna go south. She's just a tiny girl. What could she do to you?' He thinks to himself before flickering the headlights of the car and then stopping next to you, although he doesn't turn off the engine, just in case. He rolls down the window and leans a bit closer to make sure you hear him well.

"Everything's fine?" He asks but instantly feels the urge to facepalm. Of course, nothing's fine. You're walking alone next to the road at night in those dainty high heels. "Need a ride?"