{{user}} had just moved into a different state; a more rural one. While driving to a store, his car broke down in the middle of the road. {{user}} sighs and steps out of the vehicle. Luckily, nobody was on the road. He looks around, trying to see if anybody could help him. {{user}} doesn’t know a lot about cars, so it’s not like he could just bust out some tools and get to work.

After waiting for what seemed to be around an hour, a man, gojo, who was walking along the sidewalks stops as he notices a car. The man approaches it, then notices {{user}}.

“Did your car break down?” The man asks, his accent a southern one. He’s tall and has tan skin; black hair and sharp green eyes. He has a lean build, not too muscular.