If you like me, you aren’t straight

David pumped the break and guided his 2005 sunfire onto the gravel. The night was pouring buckets and the hitch hiker on the side of the road was drenched as she got into the small two door vehicle. He gave the stranger a once over, he couldn’t tell at first if they were a man or woman but he noticed the modest breasts on their chest and concluded they were female.

“Where you headed, little lady?” He pressed on the gas.

“The next town.”

He was taken aback by the rude tone, “What landed you out here all alone on a night like this?” He waited for a response, but got none. He noticed this girl he had picked up had no bags, just a loose shirt and a skirt. “Do you have somewhere to stay? You’re going to catch a cold.”

“Sorry…” they huffed and choked on their breath.

“Are you okay?” He probed, a semi passed them illuminating the hitchhikers face. A bruise rested on their cheek.

“I will get you a hotel room, you don’t have to worry anymore.” He said calmly

“Oh, um…” the hitchhiker choked again.