Her drive was interrupted by a horrid knocking and a series of obnoxious bumps. Bumps that set the steering wheel vibrating and had traction at a new low.

Icy scowled and eased the car to a stop the best she could, slowly maneuvering it to the side of the road.

She had it for only a day and it would seem that she already fucked up her new Benz. What an absolute delight. She unbuckled her seat belt and flung the car door open.

Her foot came down on the pavement much harder than she had intended it to.

Icy scoffed "…right in the middle of know where too". She frowned taking in her surroundings; the road indeed seemed to crawl on for miles and miles, alongside a green and rolling field–not even bothering to stop when it met the horizon.

She gave the car's front bumper an irritated half kick-half nudge. She didn't even know where the car was having trouble, much less where to begin with fixing the damn thing.

Icy withdrew her phone from her pocket and punched in a few numbers.

A quick and simple phone call that ended with a promise to dispatch "only our finest mechanics."

"They better be 'the finest'…"Icy murmured to herself. She propped herself up against the driver's side door, inwardly willing her mechanic to hurry up. She was tired, bored, and hungry.

Naturally, the mechanic took his–her,Icy noted–time to arrive; getting there exactly an hour and 42 minutes after being called. She parked her dirty old tow-truck at the side of the road.

The small-framed redhead leapt out of her vehicle and snatched up her tool box. She re-positioned her baseball cap.

Tapping a monkey wrench against her lips she approached Icy's Benz. "Hmm…" She looked up at Icy. "Should be an easy fix."

"Well then, I suggest you fix it…"

"Bloom."

"I suggest you fix it, Bloom. I have places to be." Icy pushed herself off of the car's frame.

"Sure thing." Bloom gave a mock salute.

Icy let out an exaggerated exhale. "Aren't you going to tell me why my car is having problems?"

"Huh? Well isn't it obvious?" Bloom asked rubbing the back of her head.

"Not everyone is as car-savvy as yourself."

"Even someone with zero experience can see the problem." Bloom pointed to the driver's side tire. "All you have to do is look."

Icy followed the direction of the woman's finger.

"No clue how you managed to mess it up that bad." Bloom added, her eyes fixed on the multiple cracks and tears in the rubber. "How long did you drive it before you realized it was flat?"

"Until the car couldn't move…"

Bloom sighed. "Don't do that! You can get yourself…and others…killed!"

"What others?" Icy raised an eyebrow, "I saw maybe three other cars before you got here."

"Honestly, I don't know how you didn't notice…this would have been a much easier fix if you would have pulled over earlier. Ya know that right?"

When Icy didn't speak up, Bloom continued. "I'm going to have to take it to the shop. You need a ride I take it?"

"You mean you can't just replace the tire here?"

"I don't have all the tools." Bloom replied.

"So what you're saying I'm in for an hour long car ride with you…"

"Hour and 40 minutes actually. And technically it's a tow truck ride. I can tell you all about how to fix cars…" Bloom winked. "Climb on in m'lady!" Bloom opened the door and motioned her in.

The smell of citrus and…lavender? a strong greeting as Icy climbed onto the passanger's seat.

This was going to be a looong ride.