New York City.
Cold rain and snow mixed weather. A young guy in a suit with an
older guy also in a suit on a street. The rain is not too bad, so they are not
holding umbrellas. The older guy looks tipsy and this young guy taking care of
him and trying to catch a cab on a street in lower east side. The young one
seems very tired to spend his Friday night with his client.
One cab stops in front of them.
The young one holds the older one and both get into the cab.
A: North 11th and Wythe, please.
The cab starts moving.
A noticed sweet strawberry smell like when he had to step in
Victoria's Secret with his ex before.
B burps. His head is leaning on the window and eyes are closed.
He seems really drunk.
A sighs.
Silence.
Driver: do you have the exact address?
A: ...no. No, I don't. Just the corner of 11th and Wythe is
fine. The new hotel.
Silence. A seems worried little bit.
A: do you know how to get there? Take Williamsburg bridge,
right?
Driver: uh huh
A brings his head to the tiny glass window to be closer to the
driver. He notices the driver is blond white lady with fitted t-shirts. A looks
surprised little bit.
A brings back his body to the seat slowly, but can't take his
eyes off from the back of her head.
The sound of wipers for the back window resounds. The rain
doesn't look so bad.
A seems worried about the direction she takes. She keeps the cab
on the very right lane on the bridge, and A assumes that she knows the fastest
way to get to the hotel.
The cab is getting off the bridge. Passing by Peter Luger sign.
A seems relieved and sighs little, sits deeply on the seat.
A can see the driver is drinking Red Bull. Her hand holding the
can is with pretty red colored nails.
The driver asks slowly with lower mature voice with eastern
European accent, breaking the silence.
Driver: have you guys been drinking?
A: wha....? Ah, yeah. Not me so much though.... Why you ask?
Driver: people say windows gets smoky when someone with alcohol
in the car. Caps used to use the methods.
A: huh......never heard of it.
Silence
A: are you?
Driver: me? ha, no. Just Red Bull. No tequila in there. No
worries.
A: I hate tequila with Red Bull.
Silence.
Except the sound of window wiper on the back still goes on.
Driver: I don't know how to stop the thing.
A: what thing?
Driver: the window wiper.
A: oh. Haha.
A laughs little, starts laughing lauder.
The driver laughs as well.
A: that's actually very cute.
A looks at Metropolitan avenue sign.
A: never seen a lady driver like you in NYC. Interesting.
Driver smiles.
Driving while.
The cab gets to the hotel.
A wakes B up with shaking his shoulder. A pays and both get off.
A holds B, leading to the entrance.
There is a smile on his face.
writing by suku
