Travis Steps Up
Travis, desperate to reclaim control of the moment, flashed a cocky grin and called out, ‘How about a race?’ His voice carried a forced confidence, like he was trying to convince himself as much as the crowd. ‘Let’s see if that big rig of yours can keep up!’ The challenge was absurd, and a few nervous chuckles rippled through the onlookers. Even those who had been entertained by the bikers’ antics could see it now—Travis was grasping at straws, and the trucker wasn’t the one who needed to prove anything.
Travis Steps Up
Trucker Laughs
Instead of taking the bait, the trucker let out a low, steady laugh—rich and unshaken. ‘A race, huh?’ he mused, amusement flickering in his eyes. The crowd exchanged confused glances, their uncertainty mirrored in the hesitant chuckles that followed. There was something almost unsettling about his calm, an unshakable confidence that made it clear he wasn’t playing the same game as Jake and Travis. If anything, his laughter only deepened the mystery, making everyone wonder just who, exactly, they were dealing with.
Trucker Laughs
