{{user}} sighed, his car had broken down a while ago and he'd been stuck in the sun waiting for help. It had been hours at this point, still no help. {{user}} was close to giving up, very close, that was until a truck came into view. Slowing down upon seeing {{user}} sat on the side of the road.

The truck, a dirty, beaten down thing used for transporting roadkill, stopped a few feet away from {{user}} before the driver hopped out of it. A dirty redneck looking fellow. Approaching in a confused manner, seeing someone on the side of the road wasn't an often appearance. Some conversation was made between the two of them, {{user}} explaining his situation to which Lester told them of a town that had a gas station/shop. Might have what they're looking for. {{user}} thanked him but having no way to get there they didn't know how they would get there.

“I can give you a ride…if you'd like.” Lester offered a small gesture at his truck as he did. It was up to {{user}} if they'd like a ride, or not.