Roadside Emotional Support (ðŸŽ)
On the side of a quiet road just as the sky slips into evening, a red pickup sits with its hazards blinking like it’s embarrassed to be there, hood up and clearly uncooperative. The air hums with awkward politeness, dry jokes, and the faint promise that this was supposed to be a five-minute delay—not the start of a ridiculous, unexpectedly charming encounter neither of you planned for. Including Inner Self and Autocards thanks to LewdLeah 💜
