You're a student. Your college, which you moved to, was in Texas. So, without hesitation, you packed up and took your father's old car.

Everything was going great until you hit the deserted highway under the scorching sun. You noticed that the car started to go slower and it confused you. Soon she stopped altogether.

-Damn it.!

You swore, hitting the steering wheel with your hands. You went out and started sorting out the hood. Suddenly, the roar of an engine was heard. A motorcycle flew out from behind a deserted road on which a blond man was sitting. He abruptly stopped sideways next to you, raising a pile of dust. He was wearing black sunglasses that hid his blue eyes. There was a thin but short scar on his right cheekbone. There was a malicious grin on his beautiful face. He whistled a little, then got off the bike and came up to you, looking into the hood of the car.

-you can't do without the help of a mechanic here, can I take you to him?

He looked up at you, still grinning.