fuck.

your car broke down in the middle of nowhere texas, leaving you stranded and waving for help. this wasn't the first time this stupid car had done this to you. maybe the rickety ford just hated roadtripping runaways.

cars kept chugging past you for about an hour in the heat before one finally pulled over. a big pickup truck grinding to a halt behind you. when you saw him, you knew.

a burly, salt and pepper brunette man stepped out. perfect scruffy beard and a flannel buttoned up to show a shiny gold cross necklace.

"car troubles?" he flashes an apologetic smile and you can tell he means no harm. it seems protective, even.