I turn off my inside lights and stow away my thoroughly worn 10 year old CD case. As the music starts, I close my eyes and allow myself to get in tune with the music and sync up with my mood. When I open my eyes, ready to hit the road, I am surprised to see headlights coming my way. I guess I shouldn't be too surprised, it's not like this road is never used, but it startles me all the same. I start the car back up and wait for the car to pass so I can get back on the road. It's a two lane but like I said before I prefer to be more cautious than not. As the vehicle draws near it starts to slow. I can't make out the make or model but I can tell it's an older model truck. The mysterious truck stops right next to me and I can see them rolling down their window. It's probably just a good semaritan making sure that I am OK, i'm glad there are still good people in this world. I roll my window down as well to affirm that I'm fine but I can't see anyone inside the truck, it's too dark.
"You all right Miss?"
The voice is rough and low and I notice a slight uneasiness run through me. It's dark and quiet and I'm probably just being paranoid.
"Yes, thank you. I just pulled off the side of the road for a moment to do something, I'm perfectly all right! Thank you for checking up on me, I'll be going now." I can barely make out a bearded figure but the rest of his face is covered by a low ball cap. I begin to roll up my window but the stranger begins to speak and I don't want to come off as rude or ungrateful for the concern.
"Are you sure you're alright to drive? It's getting pretty late and I'm sure you're awful tired. I could always follow you home and make sure you get there safe."
My mental alarms starts to go off when he mentions following me home, but again, I'm sure I'm just being paranoid and he is just a local who is used to knowing everyone around here.
"No thank you, I'm wide awake and I don't live close. Have a good night."
This time I don't stop rolling up my window and keep my eyes forward on the road as I put my car in drive. I pull back onto the road and begin my journey once again. I glance in my rear view mirror and notice that the truck still hasn't moved from his place on the road.
"Is he watching me drive away?" I ask myself, beginning to get aggravated. I pick up my speed and focus on putting as much distance between the stranger and myself. Before too long his lights have faded into the distance and I am alone once more, a feeling I find way too much comfort in.