She was owning it.
In a city packed with cars for hire, she always got a second look from other drivers and passersby. Not always the business, mind you, but a second look. And … that meant they remembered her the next time they needed a car.
Not that everyone dialed for hers.
I could see how it would require a certain level of self-confidence to not be unsettled by being seen entering or emerging from her vehicle.
“Which is fine by me,” she chuckled. “Weeds out the weirdos and overly judgemental. I don’t need them in my ride.”
Her phone rang.
“Moron Taxi,” she answered cheerfully, “where and how far?”
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