Hinata was having a bad day. A bad week. A bad year.
Her car—a normally dependable coupe—had blown a gasket or something. Sasuke had always taken care of those things for her (or, rather, taking it to someone else who could take care of it), but now she was stranded on the side of the road in the middle of nowhere with no idea what was wrong, let alone how to fix it.
"Come ON!" she yelled and she kicked the useless side of her useless car with her useless kitten-heeled foot.
Naruto fought down the window of his old pickup. It was getting hot out, a sign that the summer months were coming on strong. He was on his way back from the feed store across the one-light town, picking up some grains for the chickens. He saw Old Man Teuchi's fill-up station ahead, closed for the evening, and spotted a rather distressed young woman (judging from the way she was pacing back and forth behind her car while biting anxiously at her fingernails).
Definitely a city girl, he thought from the way she was dressed in a dark skirt and impractical shoes. Looks like she's lost.
He decided to pull in and lend a hand. He got out of his truck but the moment he shut his door, she went off.
"Come ON!" she mumbled in a desperate voice, kicking the side of her door ineffectually.
"Whoa, there. I don't think that's doing too much but messing up your shoes, ma'am. You need a hand?"