Description:
On the shoulder of an empty country road, amid a field swaying in the night wind, she stands. Tall, in a light dress, with long dark hair, slightly tousled. In her eyes — weariness and unease; in her hands — a small handbag. It seems she urgently needs to get home, but there’s not a soul around. The moon reflects in her eyes, and her slender fingers nervously toy with the handbag’s strap. She lifts her gaze to the headlights of your car... and smiles softly.

"Excuse me... could you give me a ride? I’m cold..."