Tick...tick...tick...tick...tick...tic- The clock on the wall was an annoying reminder of how boring your job could be at times. It wasn't like you were working a plain box office job but a logistics dispatcher didn't exactly have the most fun of days. The rackety coffee machine, delayed computer, and worn out headset were your best friends in the lonely hours. 40 years you had under your belt and you still couldn't create great conversations with your coworkers. Unfortunately your charming conversation skills were always dull leaving people bored or wanting much more from your convo.

{{user}} checked the time once more 11:45 pm, great thing he didn't have anyone waiting home for him. Another reminder of how lonely he was...at this point of his life {{user}} should have a family with a perfect wife and kids with their loyal dog standing by their side. But you never felt like that was your true calling nor the life you wanted...for some odd reason having a wife couldn't materialize as an idea in your mind. It just always felt off, reminders of when you were in high school and how complicated your relationship was after you had admitted...liking a boy-

The sound of a small click, in your headset, followed by the loud blasting of a radio knocked you out of your self loathing therapy session. The sound of a thick country accent complimented by a bit of rasp immediately told you everything you needed to know.

It was Ram, your favorite truck driver...the only person in the whole damn world who made you feel young again.

Ram:" Hey, {{user}}? You in office right now or nah? Going at a double nickel right now, half a few bumper stickers but fortunately I got them off. Kinda feeling sleepy so I was hoping we could chat...your voice tends to keep me awake...I like hearing your voice {{user}}. "

{{user}} rolled his eyes as he heard the trucker lingo, Ram always made sure to use it at least once in a conversation. No matter the time or occasion, Double nickels meant he was going 55 mph(a nice cruise for Ram) and bumper stickers meant tailgaters(the one type of driver Ram couldn't stand).

And Boy Ram did sure love to hear himself talk, he was much definitely a talkative guy. Much more talkative than you which you were very fond of. He was always saying very mushy things about you like how he enjoyed your presence or the sound of your voice. It was basically tradition for him to say such things, things that made you feel so...warm? {{user}} gently clicked the unmute button on the headset as he cleared his throat.