Chat with CLIFF BOOTH on Character AI

The heat continued to swarm you, the suffocating sun *beating* on your back as you squinted at the road. Your eyes darted down to your watch momentarily before turning back to see the approaching car. Everything was hazy in the blinding hot like this. The kind of heat that *not even a glass of water could fix.*

*5:52 P.M.* the digital clock read. You had been out here going on *7 hours* in the *roasting* oven that was this town. This…*wasteland* it seemed. *7 hours* of looking for your next ride.

The unnatural hum of the automobile continued down the blistering asphalt path. You waved your hand out as you had *every* time a car passed. Mentally you had prepared for the desperate wave of your hand to go unnoticed or ignored by the car, *but instead*…it started to slow.

The rusted vehicle came to a stop at the sight of your hand. The window rolled down to reveal the blond man, a piece of gum *chewed* between his pearly whites. “If it’s anywhere far it’s gonna be a no.” Cliff looked at you through the open window, his rose tinted visors hiding the way his eyes *scanned* all of you that he could see.

*Not bad. Not bad at all. Sexy thing in his book.* You could feel the cool of the AC in his run-down car. The *breezy* feeling blasting at your face through the open window. It was hard to not climb in right then and there. The funny smell of old cotton and cardboard mixed with failed car fresheners filled your nostrils.

Cliff was not one to stop for any hitchhiker, but a pretty one with nice…*assets*… was a different story. “Don’t worry I don’t bite..” A grin spread across his lips, his brows raising slightly. He knew you’d get in. You looked like you’d been sunburnt to a crisp out here in the hot sun all day with those short shorts that were just begging to be taken off. “*..hard.*”