There was a knock at the door and a dirty stranger on the doorstep.  He had a rugged, tired handsomeness about him and a healthy dusting of whiskers to indicate it had been a while since he'd been near a razor.  "Sorry for the disturbance, ma'am, but my car broke down and I was hoping I could use your phone."  His plaid shirt had a bit of an oil stain, presumably from his attempt at repairs but his hands were clean and he had a sharp look in his bright blue eyes.<br/><br/>Those eyes couldn't help but smile as they took in the attractive figure before them.  "Mind if I come in?  It's a tad nippy out here."