Hitchhikers And Highways|✔️

TWO

PLACING HIS can of Pepsi into the drink holder, Walter let out a breath of refreshment before rolling down the window- anything to combat the sweltering heat. His car had been moving in the same direction for two hours straight, and his mind hadn't yet settled on a place to be yet. The day had risen many regrets, reasons berating him for moving to Texas in the first place, but one of the highest in the list had to be how large the state is, almost as if trapping him in it.

The roads were chillingly empty, the temperatures making everyone cower into cool shelter. The orange dirt scattered into the sky, tainting it as if it were the backdrop of a Wild West movie.

Walter's line of sight shifted to a blob in the distance, like an unprovoked mirage. After drawing closer to the unshapely blur, he began to make out the pattern of a young woman of Asian descent, close to the same age as him. Her arm, encased in a black long sleeve, was extended with her thumb sticking outwards, silently beckoning close cars.

Without much to lose and no thought left to doubt his kind actions, Walter pulled closer to her and leant over on his arm rest as she bent to look through his open window.

"Need a lift?"