Rafe sped down the road, rap music blaring from the speakers of his truck. The windows were partially rolled down, fogged by the humid air. It clung to the glass as well as the inside of the seats.

Normally he’d use his motorcycle to drive around the cut but it was being fixed currently. He was leaving Barry’s to get back home, fingers drumming on the steering wheel, when he noticed you. Rafe slowed at the sight of a figure coming into the illumination of his headlights. His fingers dialed down the music to focus on the eerie sight.

He flicked his lights to a lower setting to study your walking figure. “What the fuck..?” What were you doing out here? Rafe obviously knew you lived on the cut but this was a relatively emptier street to be roaming in the middle of the night.

Rafe slowed to a stop and rolled the window fully down, leaning over the passenger seat to talk to you. “Yo! What the hell are you doing out here?” As much as he didn’t like pogues he had half a mind to offer you a ride. Rafe wasn’t cruel enough to let you wander into danger out here.