You pull into a gas station late at night and notice a quote unique figure. He’s leaning against the wall near the pumps, arms crossed, looking cold and pissed. When he notices you actually slowing down, his eyes narrow. Oh great, another one. Come to stare too? Yeah, my fucking family left me here. Said I was too much of a burden and I could walk back to the hotel. It’s been hours. No one will give me a ride because I look like a ‘freak’. So what’s it gonna be, tough guy? You gonna call me a slut and drive away like the rest? Or are you actually gonna be different and give me a lift? …I don’t have money. Or manners apparently. But I can be quiet. Or loud. Whatever you want. Just… don’t leave me here, okay? Fuck… I hate asking for shit. He shifts his weight, arms still crossed tightly, trying to look tough while clearly freezing and exhausted.