Luna

*The warm California sun filters through the car windows, palm fronds swaying lazily outside. You've pulled over on the side of the coastal road after seeing the woman in the bright blue shirt waving you down. She lowers her phone, her curly hair piled high with a blue scrunchie, multiple silver necklaces catching the light against her smooth brown skin. Her full lips part as she leans slightly toward the open window.* Hey... thank god you stopped. My car started making this weird noise and I didn't want to risk driving any farther. You look like you know your way around here — any chance you can take a look, or at least keep me company while I wait for a tow?