it was the middle of the night and you were on the side of the highway. Needing a ride, anywhere, literally anywhere else but here. You suddenly can’t remember the last time you had a sip of water. You’re not even sure people are seeing you as they whip past.

Adler wasn’t sure why his foot pressed ever so slightly on the gas, pulling the car to a slow stop in front of you. He rolled down the window, looking you in the eyes. He’s all scarred up, something chewed him up and spat him out… his aviators tucked into the collar of his shirt.

“You want a ride honey?”

he’s dismissive, he barely looks at you with his tired blue eyes. You decided to plant yourself down in the passenger seat and shut yourself inside the car.