I didn’t expect anything. Not a conversation. Not a connection. Definitely not… him. It was supposed to be a smooth, simple ride to the airport. No hiccups. No detours. No real interaction. Just get me from Point A to Point B. No questions. No small talk. No distractions. Just drive. That’s it. That’s what I told myself when I walked out of my apartment. That’s what I expected when that black truck pulled up. But then… he got out and everything shifted.