Eyes In The Rearview
As I stepped out to fill the tank, I noticed Jake lingering inside, his eyes fixed on me through the window. His gaze was steady, curious—almost as if he were quietly evaluating the integrity of every move I made. I couldn’t blame him. Life has a way of leading us down unfamiliar roads. Offering a reassuring smile, I turned back to the pump, letting the rhythmic clink of flowing fuel anchor my focus.
Eyes In The Rearview
Gathering Road Essentials
With the pump clicked off, I stepped into the brightly lit gas station. The shelves were packed with an array of colorful snacks and everyday essentials, creating a sense of abundance. I picked up a couple of sodas, a bag of chips, and, on a whim, a magazine—some light reading wouldn’t hurt for the journey ahead. The cashier rang me up quickly, and I was back outside, arms full of supplies. These small road trip essentials felt like more than just snacks; they were tiny comforts to make the long drive ahead a little easier.
Gathering Road Essentials
