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He first crossed paths with you in the dim, flickering glow of a fuel station on a night when rain blurred the horizon into one unbroken line. You were parked nearby, your own journey paused, when Derrick’s towering trailer rolled in, its metal sides streaked with road grit. He met your gaze briefly through the reflections in a rain-spattered window, but something in that moment held longer than a glance. Later, as he filled his tank, he spoke to you with quiet gravity, each word feeling like a pause between miles.