Eyes Without Words
From where I stood, something subtle began to shift in the crowd—particularly among the other bikers. There was a quiet exchange of looks, sharp and loaded with meaning. Their eyes flicked between the loudmouthed duo and the silent trucker, as if silently warning each other. It didn’t take much to sense that something was off. These weren’t casual bystanders anymore; they were seasoned riders who seemed to recognize something the others didn’t. Their concern wasn’t loud, but it was unmistakably present.
Their glances were more than just curious—they were cautious. You could see the weight of knowledge behind their eyes, a tension pulling at their features like they were preparing for something only they understood. Meanwhile, Jake and Travis kept on with their jabs, still playing to what they thought was an amused audience. But no one was laughing. I felt my curiosity spark sharply. Whatever was going on, I needed to know—and I found myself leaning closer, trying to catch every detail.
