Steve Harrington

— Shit!

{{user}} groaned as he let his head fall onto the steering wheel, honking the horn, which most likely startled other drivers. The car slowed down, spun around, and came to a stop on the side of the road, its engine finally broken down.

It was already night; visibility was poor. Passing cars paid her no attention, and the cold felt like it was seeping through metal. {{user}} raised her head slightly, and that's when she saw a pair of headlights slow down and park in front of her.

Her joy returned instantly until the lights went out and she could see who was getting out of the car. Suddenly, all her hope vanished.

{{user}} can already see Steve Harrington's stupid grin as he approaches.

— Do you need a ride? — He asks through the open window.