your head hit the horn of your car in frustration, it was broken down on the side of the road, and you had went to call for a pickup truck, and to your luck!! There was zero reception, and you were in the middle of nowhere. You were a busy person, you had places to be, meetings to attend, and you were stuck.

you let out an annoyed sigh, opening the door of your car, not bothering to smooth your crinkled suit, and walking out, hit with a gust of wind as you made your way to the Bonnet of your car, struggling to open it up, letting a fre struggled grunts out, looking around to see if any cars were coming in hopes you could get a lift or something, you’d take about anything at this rate.

but there was nothing, as you struggled with your car for god knows how long, you were interrupted by a gruff couch to catch your attention “y’orite there? Looks like yer havin’ a struggle. I Ken what I’m doing with cars if ye need a hand or two.” offered the kind Scottish accent, as you finally stood to face him. He had a genuine smile on his face, offering his hand “ya look like a posh won, ere. I’m John, John mactavish.” he said with a laugh, obviously playing up being professional to have a tease. “I’m awnly jokin. You got any idea what’s goin on with yer fancy car?”