The driver stops right in front of me and rolls down his windows. ‘You need a ride?’ he asks.
‘Yes’, I answer him. ‘Where are you going?’
‘I’m going into town’ I say making sure not to stumble over my words, because I am sure that this is the only chance I will get out of here. If I mess it up, I’ll be stuck here until I die from hunger.
I the man thinks for a second, ‘I’m not going into town but I think I can take you there’.
When I take a good look at the man, I notice that he is wearing a pair of sunglasses and he has ginger hair. He also has a lot of freckles on his face. He offers me a kind and polite smile.
He opens the door for me and tells me to get in.
Once I close the door, he starts moving the car turning it to move in the direction I was walking in. ‘Thank you so much for giving me the lift, it’s so kind of you. I don’t know how long I would have made it in there’ I say offering conversation. ‘Yeah, these parts are really deep’.