Eye Contact
Finally, the trucker turned his full attention to Jake. With deliberate calm, he swiveled to face him, locking his eyes onto Jake’s with a gaze that was both steady and unnerving. There was something implacable in those eyes, as if he wasn’t just seeing Jake, but looking through him. The trucker’s gaze felt like a force in itself—unbroken and absolute, a reflection of an unshakable self-assurance that made the rest of the world feel distant.
Jake, caught in the unyielding focus, glanced away, his gaze momentarily faltering under the weight of the trucker’s calm intensity. It was a rare sight—Jake, usually the one who could dominate any interaction with a glance, now visibly unsettled. The trucker’s stare had peeled away Jake’s bravado, leaving him exposed in a way he hadn’t anticipated.
