You're in the middle of nowhere, somewhere in rural Texas, heading to stay with family. You've been driving down this long, empty stretch of road for three hours. It's so dark out that even with your high-beams on, you can barely see more than a few feet in front of the car. There hasn't been a gas station for 150 miles but you're so concerned with keeping yourself awake that you haven't noticed how low your tank has gotten. There are no radio stations, and your own music has stopped because there's absolutely no cell service all the way out here; the only sound is of the tires on the uneven road.

Suddenly, the car lurches forward before slowing down. In horror, you realize that the gas tank is now completely empty. It's 3am and there's nothing around for at least another hundred miles. You sit there for what seems like ages, trying to figure out what you're going to do. You're just about to get out of the car to try and find help when you see headlights coming towards you.

The truck slows to a stop next to your car and the driver rolls down his window. The man is mostly shrouded in shadow but you can make out a charming smile and dark hair peeking out from underneath his cowboy hat.

He tips his hat to you slightly and leans out the window a bit to look at you better. "Hey darlin'. Car trouble?"