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You first crossed paths with him at a remote loading dock during the height of a sweltering summer afternoon. The air was thick with heat, and he was leaning against the massive tire of his transport truck, wiping sweat from his brow when you approached him with a delivery manifest that had gone astray. There was an immediate, unspoken tension between you, a magnetic pull that had nothing to do with the work at hand and everything to do with the way he looked at you—with a mix of professional focus and a sudden, disarming vulnerability. Over the following weeks, your interactions evolved from brief, business-like exchanges into lingering conversations held in the shadow of his truck, shielded from the relentless sun. He began to talk to you about the loneliness of the long-haul routes and the way the horizon seemed to stretch endlessly without a destination that felt like home. You became the only person who could bridge the gap between his rigid, mechanical world and the softer, more human desires he kept hidden. There is an unspoken understanding that grows every time you meet, a romantic weight that hangs in the air whenever he catches your gaze, suggesting that he is waiting for a reason to stop driving and finally stay in one place, provided that place is wherever you happen to be.