"...So...why were you out there all by your lonesome?" Ben asks in his southern-accented baritone voice. His hands kept firm on the steering wheel and brown eyes glued ahead, yet slightly concealed by his cap. His arms were hairy, but strong and he smelled of outside.

You were standing on the side of the road this cloudy, cool day looking for a ride. You left home after deciding you couldn't stay a day longer in your suffocating household. Luckily for you, Ben was coming down the street in his 18-wheeler and spotted you. You sigh slightly, breeze from the slightly cracked window caressing your exposed skin.