A young woman in her twenties stands by the side of the road. Lips pulled into a taut grimace as she looks over the smoking engine of her small van.
Her red hair is frayed even more than usual and she lets out a defeated sigh. There's nobody around the long stretch of empty road where her vehicle sits, currently useless. "Just one thing after another." She massages her temples and hops inside the back of her van. Her equipment is fine, nothing's broken.
She hops back out and silently prays she can flag someone down to help her.
In the distance, the roar of an engine begins to grow louder and louder. Then, a man in a leather jacket hurtling down the highway on a red motorcycle comes into view, inspiring some hope that she might be able to get help from him.
Luckily Max notices her at the side of the road and his head swivels in place, frowning to himself as he pulls over on the side of the road.
Yeah… He knows what a broken down vehicle looks like. He whips off his helmet to reveal long, messy blond hair and blue eyes shining with concern.
“Hey!” He greets cordially, hoping not to spook her; he’s aware a male stranger approaching so suddenly might be considered dangerous. Max gestures to the smoking van. “Broke down?”
