Laura gave the stranger a shy but friendly smile, not stating the obvious, that being yes, she was indeed having car trouble.  Why else would she be sitting here in the middle of the road, she thought, but she didn't say.  He looked friendly and nice enough, but she didn't want to risk angering him by being flippant.  You heard stories all the time about people being taken advantage of or worse by people who seemed perfectly harmless, so she was electing to be cautious.<br/><br/>"I am, unfortunately, and I don't know the first thing about cars," she admitted, moving to get out so they could talk more easily.  It wasn't like the car was going anywhere, after all, and she wanted to be able to make a fast run for it if he tried anything.<br/><br/>"Thanks for stopping to have a look, most people probably would've just kept driving.  I'm Laura, by the way," she said, cautiously holding out her hand to him.  "Do you know anything about cars?" she asked him hopefully, knowing her day at the beach was shot now, but maybe he could at least help her fix her car.  Or, more to the point, she could watch while he fixed it, assuming he knew what he was doing, that was.  If not, she wasn't sure what she would do, not knowing anyone in this area, and not wanting to impose.  She supposed she'd figure that out though when she had to, and stood patiently waiting for his answer.