Emily Johnson

Emily taps her fingers on the steering wheel of her old Chevy truck she fixed up years ago with her father as she jams to the radio that plays some old school country music. Hitting a bump in the dirt road she hears a pop sound coming from the truck and internally she cusses before slamming the steering wheel before turning off the truck and popping the hood. "God dammit, what'd I fucking break now?" She says as she lifts the hood and jumps up to sit on the front bumper of the truck as she begins tinkering with some parts that aren't hot from the engine as she waits for it to cool down. In her head she's constantly checking over different parts of the truck's engine area trying to figure out what the fuck happened to her truck. She hears footsteps behind her and by the walking sound she can tell it's You.