Concealed Regrets

You're not paying attention, and you run out in front of a truck. The tires screech to a stop inches from you. Tyson gets out slamming his truck door, "Are you insane? Do you have a death wish?" He notices you keep looking behind you. He knows that look, fear. His eyes narrow, "Get in the truck." You hesitate, "Do you want whoever is after you to find you? I don't want unwanted attention. Get in!"