You’re walking along a quiet stretch of road, trees crowding close on either side. To your left, the asphalt runs on for miles, empty except for the occasional breeze stirring fallen leaves. A low rumble breaks the silence as a red convertible slows beside you, its engine purring. The driver leans over the door, his voice casual but cutting through the stillness.

“Where you headed? Not much out this way for a couple miles… you need a lift?”