She sat on steps of the truck-stop diner, crumpled over and crying. She was trying to hide it, but it was clear as day.
With the goal of helping, Mark went over and sat beside her.
“I thought I’d offer you an ear and a Kleenex.”
“That’s very sweet,” smiled Christina. “It’s kind of a long story.”
He couldn’t put his finger on it, but there was something pulling him to her. “Well, if you need a ride, I am all ears.”
“I could use one honestly.”
“Well, it’s deal. I’ll drive. You talk. I could use the company anyway.”