As the night deepened, Sam felt the cold nip at him through his heavy jacket, given to him by his late father. He fiddled with the zipper trying to fight off the freezing night.
As soon as he paid attention to the road again, he noticed something.
Sam felt a rush of butterflies when he looked just over his dashboard. Another car?
The split second they made eye contact, both drivers leaned towards the windows to get as close as possible to one another. The brief moment felt like years, and Sam immediately read the strangers expression. He recognized it right off the bat.
He recognized it as his own.
As soon as they passed, Sam's arm flew off the wheel and his whole body became numb.
Pushing his hands back on the wheel, he swerved across the narrow highway, risking his own life. He couldn't help it though, of course.
After driving near four hours, not having any way of knowing what your immediate purpose is, it suddenly felt as if this was it. Four hours in the same direction, on the same road, it was refreshing to be playing opposite.
As he was driving back, he felt a force in his chest that was magnetic. There was absolutely no way he wasn't going this direction, so Sam accepted this and drove fast in order to accommodate for the pressing force.
