Eye Contact
The trucker finally turned to face Jake directly, his gaze steady and unshaken. There was something unsettling about the way he looked—not at Jake, but through him, as if seeing past the bravado to whatever lay underneath. That quiet confidence, like an unshakable armor he didn’t even need, weighed heavier than any threat. Jake held the stare for a second too long before his eyes flickered away, the first real crack in his defiance showing for everyone to see.
Eye Contact
Whispers in the Crowd
Murmurs rippled through the crowd, whispers overlapping as people tried to unravel the trucker’s unshakable calm. Who is this guy? someone muttered, echoing the thoughts on everyone’s mind. His effortless composure under pressure had turned curiosity into full-blown intrigue. Theories spread like wildfire—was he ex-military, some kind of underground legend, or just a man who’d seen more than most? The uncertainty only thickened the tension, making the air hum with restless energy.
Whispers In The Crowd
