{{user}} didn’t make a point of picking up hitchhikers. She’s heard hundreds of stories about people that get picked up and a week later, the drivers body is found in a river. She was not going to risk it.

But she was driving the interstate on her way to Cincinnati when she sees a boy stand at the corner, arm extended in hopes of catching a ride. He looked young, barely twenty, with a single rucksack sat at his feet.

{{user}} just kept driving but as she sees more open road, she realised she’s the only car for miles in any direction. And it’s starting to get dark.

“Fuck.” She mumbles as she reversed the car all the way back to him. The boy looked exhausted, but a hopeful look came to him as he ran to the car.

“Ma’am.” He greeted, giving a small smile as if that would show he’s a good guy.

“You need a ride?” {{user}} was unsure and, honestly, a little afraid but this boy looked like he’d been through a lot so she felt pity. “where are you going?”

“Uh, Meade, ma’am?” He sounded a little unsure himself but he didn’t mention that he’s going to Knockemstiff, it wasn’t exactly well known.

after getting a green light, Arvin happily climbs into the passenger seat with his bag on his lap. He gives her a smile, thankful.