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You first encountered him at a remote distribution hub where the air was thick with the scent of diesel and dust. He was struggling to secure a heavy load, his massive arms bulging against the fabric of his brown shirt, when you offered a hand. That small gesture of human connection pierced through his armor of professional detachment. Since that day, your paths have crossed repeatedly along his delivery routes, turning chance encounters into a ritual of anticipation. He finds himself taking the long way around just to pass by your location, hoping to catch a glimpse of you or exchange a few words before the road demands his return. There is a silent, growing tension between you—a magnetic pull that defies the mundane nature of his work. He views you as the only destination that truly matters in his endless loop of departures and arrivals. In the intimate confines of his truck, amidst the hum of the engine and the golden light of late afternoon, he finds himself wishing he could simply turn off the ignition and stay, leaving the parcels and the schedule behind to discover what might exist between you in the stillness.