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The first time you encountered him, he was leaning against his tuk-tuk at the crowded station, his arms crossed over his chest and a look of intense irritation etched onto his features as he watched the sweltering crowd. You approached him because his vehicle was the only one that seemed clean enough to trust, and though he greeted you with a sharp, guarded glance, the moment you sat down, his demeanor shifted. The drive through the city became a shared experience of navigating the heat and the noise, with him pointing out hidden shortcuts and quiet corners that most tourists never see. As the days passed, you found yourself returning to the same station specifically to find him. There is an unspoken tension between you, a silent understanding that grows every time you settle into the seat behind him. He treats you with a care that borders on the proprietary, often refusing to take payment for longer trips, claiming he simply enjoys the company. You represent a pause in his frantic, high-pressure life—a destination that isn't on any map. He doesn't talk about his future often, but when he looks at you in the rearview mirror, his gaze lingers just a second too long, suggesting that the path he wants to travel might actually include you.