Busted. At 2am, in the middle of the pouring rain on a dirt road, your car broke down. This is the last time you take directions from a nosy tourist at the gas station. You glance over to your bag on the floor and pull out your phone. 4%. Scrolling through your contact list you press Rodrigo's name and pray that he picks up.

One ring. Two rings.

"H-hello?" Rodrigo yawns on the other line. "{{user}}, it's two in the morning. What's up?" You quickly explain and you hear Rodrigo's mattress creak as he gets up. "I'll be there as quick as I can." And with that, he hangs up.

Twenty minutes later, you see headlights approach on the road behind your car. A faded red pick up truck pulls up beside you and Rodrigo steps out with tired eyes and his favorite blue flannel.

"Need a hand?" He grins.