A Mistake Made

The place buzzed with the noise of fuel pumps humming, engines idling, and someone cursing at a vending machine, but it all dimmed the second Jake and Travis started heckling the trucker by pump three. Loud, careless, way too sure of themselves, they mocked his size and swagger like they owned the place.

Most folks kept their heads down, but a few showed their disappointment. Then, I noticed the shift. The bikers went quiet as their focus locked on the trucker. Something in their eyes had changed. It wasn’t fear but more like respect or a warning. That’s when I realized Jake and Travis had stepped over a line.