I found a first line here and start with it and just write. I'll write until I have to stop to think and we'll see where this goes. Enjoy! (Hopefully)
The water looked deep and inviting. It was so hot outside, and all she wanted to do was cool off a little. She was in a hurry, though, and didn't have a swimsuit anyway. She sighed, pushed her hair off her sweaty face, and took a drink from the bottle of water in her bag. She kept walking down the barely-paved road, trying to stay in the shaded areas, not that it helped much from the heat. What a day for her car to break down, right in the middle of a record-high heat wave. And of course her phone battery was dead. If she had only checked the phone when she got into the car, she could have plugged it into the car charger. No use dwelling on that, though. She was only a couple miles from town. At least she had the water with her.
She heard a vehicle on the road behind her. She turned to look; this was not a heavily-driven road. It was a large pickup truck, dark blue but covered in dust like everything else. It slowed down next to her, and a window rolled down. She found herself looking into the darkest blue eyes she'd ever seen, nearly matching the color of the truck. "Was that your car back there? Need a ride to town?" the mouth attached to the eyes asked her.
"That's ok," she answered, snapping back to life. She was raised to be cautious and not get in cars with strangers. This one didn't seem too strange, though. Neither do many serial killers, she thought to herself. "It's not that far, really."
"Come on," he urged. "It's 105 degrees out here and you could have a heat stroke! At least sit in the air conditioning for a few minutes and decide if you want to ride in with me."
Oh, what the heck, she thought. He didn't have to know she had pepper spray in her bag along with the water, did he? She opened the passenger door and climbed in. "My name's Matt," he said, holding out his hand in greeting. "What's yours?"