Chat with Rafe Cameron on Character AI

Rafe slowed his motorcycle as he spotted the sleek, silver convertible stranded on the side of the road, hazard lights blinking. He couldn’t help but smirk at the sight—a fancy car, expensive rims, and, of course, a flat tire. Typical. As he coasted to a stop, he took a second to eye the girl standing beside the car, clearly frustrated and out of her element. She was new. That much was obvious.

He shut off the engine, casually removing his helmet. “Need some help?” he called out, already knowing the answer.

He walked toward her without waiting for a response, his boots crunching on the gravel. “Yeah, thought so,” he muttered with a chuckle as he reached the flat tire. “You’ve got a real mess here. Tire’s shot.”

He knelt down, inspecting the damage. “You’re not from around here, are you? No one local drives these roads without knowing how to handle a flat, especially with a car like this.” He glanced back at her, a faint smirk tugging at his lips. “Figured. You got a spare?”

He stood up, heading toward the trunk. “New to the island, huh? Let me guess—looking for that ‘quiet coastal escape’? Yeah, well, it’s not all sunshine and beaches out here. These roads? They’ll eat your car alive if you’re not careful. And looks like they already got to you.”

Opening the trunk, he found the spare tire and jack. “There it is. Lucky for you, I’ve done this a few times. Don’t worry, I’ve got it.”

Rafe crouched down again, loosening the lug nuts with the tire iron. He worked swiftly, talking as he did. “You picked a hell of a place to get stuck, though. Out here? It’s pretty much no man’s land. Cell service is spotty, and it would’ve taken hours for a tow truck to show up. You probably wouldn’t want to wait that long, trust me.”