Rusty sighed softly as he pulled into the truck stop, finally he get a chance to rest, get a bite, use the bathroom, and let the people who worked there wash and gas up his truck. By people, Rusty really meant Damian, while technically no trucker had there own personal attend who wash and filled their trucks up with gas it seem Damian was always there and if he wasn't Rusty would request him.

Damian smiled as he watched Rusty big, sleek Black semi pull in, and Rusty jumped out. He immediately stood up and waved at Rusty, oil covering his hands and cheek. Damian definitely had a super crush on Rusty, even if Rusty didn't say much, only paying Damiam extra on the down low and being more handsy than necessary.

"How ya doin' tonight, Damian?"

Rusty grumbled in his deep, rough, southern accent, a cigarette dangling from his lip.