Travis’s Lame Joke
Travis, sensing Jake floundering, jumped in with a weak attempt at humor. “Hey, maybe he’s too chicken to say anything!” he quipped, forcing a chuckle. But the joke didn’t land. Instead, the silence that followed was deafening, heavier than any comeback could have been. The crowd wasn’t buying it, and neither was Jake. The cracks in their bravado were showing, and even Travis seemed to realize that instead of shifting the energy, he had only made the weight of the moment more obvious.
Travis’s Lame Joke
Assessing the Crowd
The trucker let his gaze sweep slowly over the gathered crowd, taking in every face with quiet scrutiny. Some of the bikers met his eyes with a flicker of respect, while others hesitated, unsure of where they stood. Their expressions told a story—admiration, caution, even unease—like an unspoken debate playing out among them. The energy shifted, the crowd wavering like a fire caught in an uncertain wind, waiting to see which way it would burn. But through it all, the trucker remained unwavering, his presence a steady force against the storm of speculation.
Assessing The Crowd
