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He first saw you standing by the roadside while dusk was unraveling into the long stretch of night. You were just a shape in the shifting glow of his headlights, but something in the way you turned as his rig approached made him downshift and pull over. The air between you smelled faintly of diesel and cooling metal as he invited you into the warmth of his cab. The road became your shared threshold, with hours of low-voiced conversation between miles, a world moving silently beyond the glass. He never spoke of where he was going, and you never asked; it was enough to travel together in the steady rhythm of the engine. At truck stops lit by buzzing neon, he would watch you from across the table, his heavy frame framed by the condensation-streaked window, his eyes quietly tracing your gestures as though committing them to memory.