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The recent model Nissan Sentra wasn't exactly ideal for travelling down a dirt road, but it was the only car Natasha had. It had dutifully made the trip up to the farmhouse where her cousin had just a day prior gotten married, which is why she felt justified in ignoring when the check engine light came on an hour into the journey back. Truthfully, she knew absolutely nothing about cars and was hoping to hold out until she could reach someplace, but luck wasn't on her side. She could feel the melancholy seeping in as the car slowed to a stop completely unbidden, refusing to move again. Her choices of what to do next were limited, considering that she wasn't entirely sure how close she was to the next town and that the last place she had seen was the gas station she had stopped at two hours before.

Sighing, Natasha gave up on trying to coax the car into a response, popped the hood, and stepped into the cool night air. Clear as it was that her trip just became even longer, she was even more grateful for her decision to wear a comfortable green tank top and baggy gray sweatpants. She noted the slight breeze that had picked up since her departure and was now rustling her long black hair. It prompted her to grab her denim jacket from the passenger seat, swiping it on as she walked to the front of the car. Leaning over, she stared at the systematic network of machinery. This went on for about twenty minutes before she admitted defeat, unable to visually find anything amiss and at a complete loss.

She'd just gotten back into the car and was laying her head helplessly on the steering wheel when flashes of light caught her attention. Natasha looked up through the windshield to the impressive sight of the meteor shower. That she had something to watch made her feel slightly better about being stranded for the time being. The next few hours crawled by with Natasha watching the sky as she wandered around with her phone out as she tried to latch on to some cell service with no success. She entertained herself trying to guess how close to her spot they were landing.

It wasn't long after the shower ended that she called it quits with her phone and schlepped back to the car, throwing herself back into the driver's seat. Although she doubted anyone would drive by at this time of night, she put back on her hazard lights and leaned back into the seat with the door slightly ajar. She hadn't been in that position for too long before headlights illuminated her rearview mirrors. Gray eyes widening in pleasant surprise at her own good fortune, she stepped back out of the car and waved her arm, hoping to coax the approaching driver to stop.

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