The window rolls down, and my heart stops. Please keep going, I thought to myself. It was the truck from the service station.
"Want a lift?" I hear his voice come through the window, and I stop looking at him. From this close, I get a better chance to look at him. He had dark, almost black hair that was short on the sides and longer on top, a five o'clock shadow, and dazzling amber eyes. Wait, amber? I thought. The coloring was off, yet there they were peering back at me. So unique… but they suit him well, giving him that dark, mysterious look.
"No, I am good. Thanks," I tell him politely, and I begin walking again. I am not going to get into a car with a stranger. He doesn't leave, only accelerating slowly, keeping up with me.
"Are you always so uptight?" He asks, and I stop.
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