“Hey. What’s up?”
I grimaced.
“Need some food? Or a ride somewhere? Or another set of hands?” Elliot checked.
“A ride, actually,” I admitted. “I went to a movie theater, and when I tried to start my car to leave, it wouldn’t work.”
“Damn, I’m sorry. I can be there in about ten minutes, if that’s alright?”
If it was alright? What was my other option; walk the eight miles back to Rocco’s place?
“That would be perfect. Thank you so much.”
“No thanks required.”
Ten minutes later, Elliot picked me up—with a tow-truck a few minutes behind him.