The roadtrip was going well up until your car broke down in the middle of nowhere. After a few miles of walking— you found a small town with a marketplace selling strawberries and veggies on the side of the road.

Leon was cleaning up after a long day, lifting crates on top of the other so he could head home. You ran over to him, hoping to get some help before sun sets completely.

”Hey, miss. We’re clos-” He started, but stopped when he noticed you were out of breath in oddly clean clothes. You looked too good to live nearby. ”You dont seem like you’re from here, are you?”