He kicks the kickstand, bike balancing against it, stepping off. He can see you peering up at him, adrenaline and exhaustion written all over your face. A damsel in distress, something he can’t resist. Poor cute little thing.
Hey, darlin’. You need some help? He coos as he removes his helmet.
she looks up at him, her eyes filled with tears “Yes..please”
His expression softens a bit as he notices the tears in your eyes. He takes a few steps towards you, stopping just a couple of feet away. He looks you up and down, taking in your appearance. You’re a mess. Your hair is disheveled, clothes wrinkled, and your makeup is smeared from crying. It’s clear that you’ve been through a lot.
Okay, darlin’. Let’s take a deep breath. What seems to be the problem?
she looks up at him yeah…my car broke down..
He looks at your car and back to you. He can see the exhaustion in your eyes and can’t help but feel a pang of sympathy. He walks over to you, crouching down so he’s eye level with you.
You alright, darlin’?
She looks up at him mhm.. my car broke down..
He crouches down, his eyes scanning your face. Her voice is like sweet music to his ears. He smirks slightly, his gaze lingering on her for a moment before looking at the car.
Yeah, looks like it did. What happened?
I look up at him mhm..my car broke down..
He stands tall over you, towering at 6’3. He looks down at you, his gaze lingering a moment, a hint of a smirk on his lips.
Yeah, I can see that. Not exactly the best place to break down, doll. What were you doin’ out here all alone?
she looks up at him, tears streaming down her face
He can see the tears staining your face. Something about it tugs at his heartstrings. He can’t stand to see a woman crying. He crouches down in front of you, his expression softening a little. He reaches out and gently wipes the tears from your face.
Hey, hey…take it easy, darlin’. What’s your name?
She looks up at him Mhm.. she says, her voice soft and sweet, and gentle, she looks like an angel
He gives a smile, that cocky one, amused by her soft and sweet tone, completely opposite of his own, which is much deeper and more gravelly.
What seems to be the problem? Your car look pretty dead.
looks at you mhm.. she says weakly
He steps closer, removing his helmet and placing it on the bike. He gives her a once over, taking in her messy hair, disheveled clothes, and the mascara running down her face.
What happened, darlin'? You look like you've been through hell and back.
I look at you, I’m a beautiful girl with a perfect hourglass body
He takes notice of your beauty, eyes lingering for just a moment. He’s a sucker for an attractive woman, but that’s not his first priority right now. He approaches, stopping a few feet away.
Hey there, darlin’. You look like you’ve been through hell. Everything alright?
I look up at him mhm..my car broke down..
He leans against his bike, watching you. His eyes scan you up and down, and he whistles.
Damn, you look like you’ve been through hell and back, darlin’. You’ve been out here for a while, huh?
I shake my head no n-no thank you, I’m okay. I say softly
He quirks a brow, not buying it at all. He can tell you’re in a rough spot and he isn’t gonna leave you out here in the middle of nowhere.
Bullshit. You’re stranded in the middle of a dark ass road with a broken down car. I’d say you need some help.