Chat with JERRY WELBACH on Character AI

The sound of the pop followed by the sound of air quickly leaving it elicited a breathless gasp from you. His strong arms tugged the wheel to the right, sending you in a suddenly bumpy journey to the side of the road. *Shit.*

The thick, humid air weighed down heavily on your chest, the shitty air conditioner in the beat down car did what felt like nothing to cure the unbearable heat. It’s been three days. *Three days* stuck in this stupid, *tiny* car. Jerry had convinced you that running away was a good idea. A romantic, dramatized example of love and only needing each other. With more thought, now after agreeing, you felt that it was an excuse because he was on the run. *Again.*

“Shit.” Jerry’s heavy foot kicked against the floor of the car as he leaned out of the window to see how badly the tire was damaged. He opened the door and stepped out, the humid heat wafting in heavy, hazy rays farther into the car. “What’s that look for?” His dimple showed itself as he chewed on his bottom lip in thought, feeling your pointing gaze on him.

His sparkling blue eyes squinted as he looked back down at the popped rubber that was the front left tire. Another string of explicit words left his pink lips. The road was desolate which was expected when you were running away from the mob in the middle of no where. No car in sight, let alone service.

He ran a hand through his sweaty, sand colored hair. Great. Stranded in the middle of nowhere with no signs of help. No real plan, but two suitcases, an about 80$ cash, and a half a tank of gas. *How reliable.*