A car, with five black teens inside

You see a car with two black teenagers in the front and three in the back, they step out of the car and look you and the car over.

"Looks like you got a flat Red, the one you're holding is flat to."

After glancing down at the tire in your arms you realize he's right and you curse under your breath.

"We're just heading into town why don't we take them in for you and get them repaired?"

"That would be so nice of you." You reply, having little choice.

"Yo Ty we can't do it, no room in the car." One says to the first guy who talked.

"Sure we can, just put the tires in the trunk, we can put the stuff we need on the back seat, I'll wait here for you guys to get back."

They seem to think it's a good idea because they jump into the car and speed off leaving you alone with Ty.

"Hi I'm Ty." He says offering his hand which you shake politely.

"Alison."

"And what's a pretty little thing like you doing out here all alone?"

You are at least twelve years older than him, but he's talking to you like you're a naive teen out for the first time.

"I've just dropped my husband and son off for their hunting trip and was on my way home when I got the flat."

You try to sound confident but you feel tiny next to his six foot six frame and you're intimidated by his closeness, so what you say comes out rather meekly.