This week, however, he found that he was out of food and needed to go to the grocery store. He sighed as he shut his refrigerator door, put on his winter coat and grabbed his keys. He wore black winter boots; he hated when the snow got in his shoes. The cold of Old Man Winter's embrace greeted him as he walked out the door to get into his 1997 Ford F350. He had the beast, as he liked to call it, since he was 16 years old and it still worked like a charm 7 years later. This was his favorite and only vehicle he ever owned. The engine roared as he started it up and backed out of his snow covered driveway. Another good thing about his truck was that it never got stuck, even when it was as snowy out as it was that day. He never had to worry about calling Triple A to get him out of a sticky situation. As he drew nearer to the city, he could tell the storm was getting worse. He could hardly see what was right in front of him, even the small Chevy Impala coming head on toward him. He immediately swerved off the road but the Chevy ran into the ditch. Owen quickly stopped his truck to get out and aid the person who almost wrecked into him. A woman got out of the car and walked over to Owen to apologize sincerely. She was wearing a cream colored winter coat which complimented her curly blonde hair very well. "I am so sorry," the woman started, "The snow is so bad, I couldn't see a thing. I didn't hit you did I?""No, no you didn't hit me. Are you ok?" "Yeah, just a little shaken up I guess.""Did you need to go somewhere? I could drive you." She hesitated for a minute. She really didn't like the fact that there was a mysterious man out in the middle of nowhere offering her a 'ride'. "I'm not a serial killer if that's what you're thinking. Just trying to help." She looked back at her car as if she expected it to move somehow but she finally agreed to get a ride from the man. He opened the passenger door for her and helped her inside. He then went around and got into the driver's side and started the truck. "So, where were you headed?""To my boyfriends' house. He lives up the road from here." He turned the truck around and drove off into the snowy fog. They sat in an awkward silence for a while until she broke the ice, "What's your name? I was too frantic to ask earlier."
"Owen," he laughed, "yours?" "Rachel," was all she said. Again, they drove in silence, that is until she had to give him directions. "Up here, you're going to want to make a left. She kept glancing over at him, wondering if he would make a "wrong turn" and take her into the middle of the woods and do God knows what. But he didn't, he seemed calm, cool, and collected. He didn't seem like the kind of guy that would do such a thing but don't judge a book by its cover. Eventually, they arrived at a small, seemingly cozy house he assumed was her boyfriends'. "Thank you so much for helping me, I really appreciate this...uh...""Owen," he said holding out his hand. "Owen, right. Sorry, I'm still kind of frantic from earlier." "No problem. I'll get a tow truck to get your car and bring it here.""Thank you so much. You're very sweet." She shook his hand and got out of his truck. Owen looked in the window to see her boyfriend glaring at him. He waved at him and he waved back. Then, Rachel turned around and waved, he waved back. He backed out of the driveway, reaching for his phone in his pocket when he saw she'd left her wallet on the seat beside him. He stopped the truck, grabbed the wallet and got out. When he walked up the stairs to the house, he heard what seemed to be arguing. "He was just giving me a ride. I drove my car into a ditch and I couldn't see a thing. The storm is really bad.""I don't care if he was 'just giving you a ride' or not! Don't get into a car with another guy again! Do you understand? Owen heard the conversation as clear as day but he knocked on the door anyway. Rachel, thankfully, was the one to open the door. "Um, you left your wallet...""Oh, thank you. I didn't realize I'd left it there." Her boyfriend then came into view."What do you want," he said in a rude tone."She left her wallet in my truck, I was giving it back to her." "Owen, this is my boyfriend, Luke." Owen held out his hand but Luke never took it in return. He turned around and started to walk down the stairs; Rachel followed."Sorry about that, he's a little overprotective.""I understand. I'm going to give Frank a call and see what he can do about your car." She looked down and smiled."You really don't have to do that." "I want to. I've known Frank for years and he could do it for free.""I really appreciate all you're doing for me." She blushed."It's no problem, really. They said their goodbyes as Owen walked to his truck again and started it up. Rachel again waved 'goodbye' and he waved back. "Luke doesn't deserve her," he thought, "she could do way better than that piece of shit." He found he couldn't get her beauty out of his head. But she had Luke and he guessed she was happy. Although they just met, that's all that really mattered. Right?