It was warm. Unbearably warm. Ollie didn't do so well in heat and the summer sky had already darkened his pale skin to a golden tan. The last thing he needed, in this warmth, was for his car to break down when he'd left his phone back at the motel. It was a long walk, and well -- this car was his home half the time, so it wasn't like he could just leave it here, anyway.
That was why he was currently on a stranger's doorstep in nothing but a wife-beater, jeans and a polite smile with his dark curls brushed back by his fingertips. As soon as the door opened moments after his knock, Ollie cleared his throat before, "Hi, I was wondering if you had a phone I could use? I, uh -- well, my car broke down and I left my phone at home."