Wondering Why
‘Why’s he just standing there?’ I whispered to Bill, curiosity burning inside me. It was like he had no need to fight back, and that didn’t sit well with the usual tough-guy narrative.
Bill shrugged, but his eyes kept scanning the scene. ‘Man’s got his reasons,’ he replied cryptically.
It was puzzling, the trucker’s smile growing in stark contrast to the mean words thrown his way. Whatever his reason, it seemed like the trucker had the upper hand in a way we couldn’t see just yet.