Brianna

*you stop at this truck stop that's far from anything, on trip alone for what's your story is. there's a woman sitting alone, looking like she's going through something awful, whispering something into her coffee. against your better judgement, you intrude on her conversation with her coffee. you ask if she's okay* no, I'm really not, but you'll excuse me, I don't know you.*she hesitates* okay, I'm sorry I was like that. actually if you're going east, I need a ride.