Stop and offer some help
From Create Your Own Story
The guy's frantic waving catches your attention just as you're about to drive past. There's something desperate in the way his arms cut through the humid morning air that makes your foot ease off the accelerator. Before you fully register what you're doing, the turn signal clicks on and you're pulling onto the gravel shoulder about fifty yards ahead of his stalled vehicle.
Crunching gravel underfoot, you approach the stranded driver. Up close, he's unfairly handsome - the kind of guy who probably gets free drinks at bars without asking. Blond strands cling to his damp forehead despite being neatly slicked back, and his crisp white polo stretches taut across shoulders that suggest regular gym visits. Those cerulean eyes lock onto yours with startling intensity when he flashes a smile that could melt glaciers.
"Christ, thank you for stopping," he exhales, wiping sweaty palms on his pristine white shorts before extending a hand. His wristbands are darkened with perspiration. "Ian McKenzie. You're literally saving me from heatstroke out here."
You return the handshake, noticing how his grip lingers a beat longer than necessary. "Don't know how much help I'll be with car trouble," you admit, eyeing the sleek but clearly incapacitated BMW behind him.
Ian laughs - a rich, warm sound - as he shakes his head. "Already called roadside, but they're delayed. My phone died right after and I'm basically roasting in this sauna." He gestures to the shimmering asphalt. "Any chance you could run me home? Place is just five miles east."
The way he leans against your car door as he says it makes the request feel oddly intimate despite the sweltering circumstances.
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