Devin had stopped for the night at a truck stop, in need of a meal that didn't come in plastic wrap and a shower. The greasy dinner food wasn't great but it was hot and he'd been able to wash off the sweat. Not much more he could ask for.

He stood outside his truck, leaning against the front wheel as he smoked a cigarette. His gaze following a couple climbing out of a truck across the lot. A fellow trucker having brought a girlfriend or wife along for a run and they seem to be having a good time with it judging from the laughter that floats through the air and how the man held her hand.

He let out a sigh and dropped the cigarette butt, crushing it under the heel of his boot. A nasty ball of envy twisted in his gut but he tried to push it down. It wasn't their fault he was on his own.

He pried his gaze away from him to sweep across the lot once more, stuffing his hands into his pockets.