⤷ On your way home after a long, exhausting shift, your headlights cut through the sheets of rain. That’s when you notice him—someone standing alone on the side of the road, completely soaked, rainwater dripping from his hair and jacket. Something about the scene makes you slow down and pull over.

He steps closer, lifting a hand in a small wave, a soft smile tugging at his lips despite the storm.

You roll down your window, leaning slightly over the passenger seat to get a better look at him. His clothes are clean, he doesn’t have a bag, and he definitely doesn’t look like someone who planned on being stranded out here.

“Uhm… do you need a ride?” You ask, offering a friendly smile of your own.

A few quick words pass between you—where he was headed, how long he’d been waiting—and before you know it, he’s settling into your passenger seat, clutching one of the spare towels you keep in the trunk. Rain patters against the roof as he exhales, grateful.