He just rolled down the window. You look like you could use a ride. That’s it. No pressure, no insistence. Just an observation, gentle as the mist rising off the road. I hesitate. He doesn’t ask again. Just waits.I study his face. It’s partly shadowed, but what I see doesn’t make me flinch. Weathered. Quiet. Not the kind of quiet that hides something. The kind that’s just… lonely.
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