Tyler Mathis got up from his desk and prepared to pack up. It was Thursday afternoon and he had given his assistant the rest of the week off. It was a good idea since he was not going to be at work Friday. It was the weekend of his 20th high school reunion. At first glance, it would not seem that he would be that old, but the years had been kind to him. Tyler was a district supervisor at a shipping company. He had nearly 10,000 personnel in his division. Normally, men with that type of position were older-looking with a beer belly and gray hair.
But Tyler stayed in shape as much as possible. He stood six feet two inches tall and weighed just less than 240 pounds. What puzzled a lot of people was that he was 38 but never married. Most people thought he was a player, but the true answer was that he was committed to his job. He spent nearly sixty hours a week in the office. Sometimes he had been known to drive a load over the weekends in a pinch. The benefits were there, because his employer had compensated him nicely and were very grateful to him. His workers were even grateful to him and repaid him by having the highest safety rating company-wide. It was said that if you wanted a package to get to the moon safely and quickly, call Tyler.
Tyler was missing that key component in his life. He was still single. There were a few women that caught his eye, but none of them measured up. They were usually interested in his paycheck or trying to hook him into marriage. His last relationship ended in a nasty breakup, leaving him scarred and distrustful of women. That was over a year ago. He walked over to his coat rack to put on his overcoat. There was a chill in the air but it was still comfortable. As he rode the glass elevator down to the ground floor, he noticed that most of his night shift drivers were there early. Their headlights shone through the dusk. He exited the elevator and walked over to the dispatch office. The electronic board showed that there was a cold front coming in and that the drivers would have to take alternate routes. He listened as the drivers sat down with transparencies and crayon pens. They traced their routes and logged them in with the dispatchers.
Tyler waved goodbye to them and stepped out into the crisp air. He was appropriately dressed in a pair of black pants, ankle high boots and a sweater. He hopped into his truck and drove towards his hometown. The expressway wasn't crowded and he was well into his journey when he noticed a blue sports car ahead of him. The driver was a cute looking sister and there was something about her silhouette that was familiar to Tyler. As he pulled ahead of her, she honked her horn at him. Tyler didn't think anything of it as he settled back into a nice pace.
The car was actually keeping up with him and he just figured that she was following because she was trying to keep pace and make better time on the road. He wasn't driving too fast; actually he was five miles over the posted speed limit. There was ninety minutes left on his trip and he figured that he would get there around ten o'clock at night. His would lose his riding companion before then since his hometown was pretty small. Nobody ever happened to just be in the neighborhood when they came through there. He slipped in his favorite CD (Anita Baker-Rapture) and set the cruise control. If he timed it just right, he could get to the hotel in time to call his parents and tell them he made it okay. Tyler knew that they wanted him to stay with them, but at the same time, they didn't need him waking them up when he came in from the weekend festivities. There was a full slate scheduled and he intended on having a good time.
As Tyler reminisced about his high school days, the memories came rushing back. He had a few close friends back then and actually kept in touch with some of them. But for the most part, his trips back home were few and far between. He wondered how many of his classmates would rent a car for the weekend to impress people. His truck was definitely not a rental. It was clean, but it also said that the owner drove it for work, not show. He was glad that he didn't pack any of his nicer clothes this weekend. He just wanted to chill out and that was hard to do in a suit all weekend.
The sweet sounds of Anita Baker filtered through the stereo as he pulled off the interstate. Tyler figured it would be best to fill the tank while he was close to a gas station. The gas was a little higher, but he didn't mind. The attendant came out to take his money (definitely a small town) and told him that the pump wasn't on automatic shut off. Tyler smiled a little and turned to start pumping his gas. He was quite surprised to see the little sports car from earlier pull up to the pumps. Maybe now he would see who that silhouette in the window reminded him of.