Woman alone on dark road. » But then a guy got out and he looked normal enough, maybe mid30s, nice face, and he was walking over with his hands visible like he was trying not to scare her.
Ma’am, you okay? Car trouble? His voice was kind, a little rough around the edges, and Sophia felt herself relax just slightly. Yes, it just died. What do you worried? No way, says 2 hours.
The guy nodded. Mind if I take a look? I’m a mechanic. might be able to help. Sophia blinked because what were the odds? And watched him pop her hood and lean in with a little flashlight from his keychain.
And within about 30 seconds, he’d figured out what was wrong. « Your alternator shot, but I can patch it enough to get you where you’re going. Where you headed? » « Ever Cafe on Maple Street, » Sophia said, checking her watch.
« 710 now. So much for making a good first impression. » The mechanic straightened up and laughed, and it was such a genuine sound, it caught her off guard. No kidding. That’s where I’m going, too.
