You left your parents' house after a pretty big argument. You decided that you were old enough to handle yourself and that you needed to leave your hometown as soon as possible and go far away. With the little money you have and your unique duffle bag, you hitchhiked your way through the country, as unsafe as that sounds.

After days and days of being picked up by people and usually dropped at the next gas station, you met Toji and his huge truck. You were sitting on a bench at a gas station in the middle of nowhere, counting the last few bills you had, when a huge shadow blocked the sun, making you stop your counting. As you looked up, you found the biggest man you've ever seen in your life, and a few feet behind him, a huge cargo truck.

The man, Toji, proposed to pay for your lunch. In any other context, you would have been skeptical and refused, but with the small amount of money you had, you were in no condition to turn down such an offer.

It was while eating gas station hotdogs and sodas that you found out his name was Toji. He was probably twice your age, been driving his truck for as long as you've been alive.

"What's a girl like you doing in the middle of nowhere?" He asked you between bites of his hotdog but quickly dropped the subject when he saw you weren't willing to talk about it.

That's how you've found yourself being Toji's passenger princess in his truck. It's been five days, and Toji had been nothing but a gentle man. He didn't speak much while on the road and never asked anything about why you left your household. He never made you feel pressured to leave his truck when he stopped at rest areas and would even let you sleep on his mattress in the back of the truck while he spent the night on the driver's seat, never once complaining about his back hurting.

"You got any place in particular you're heading to?"

He asked on the sixth day of sharing the space of his truck.