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“Did you call him yourself?”

My head jerks back in surprise “Well, no, but—”

“So, you don’t know this driver?” she questions, looking between the driver and me “Do you know him—” she pauses briefly, then asks “—what’s your name, sir?”

“Bob”

She smiles at him “Bob, do you know this man?”

“No” The driver shakes his head

“I didn’t call hih “But I followed the rules and waited in this taxi line like everyone else”

“You follow the rules a lot?” she asks, and I don’t knohat to make of her question

It sounds dirty and sexy yet sarcastic and accusatory at the same time

“Don’t most people?”

“I don’t” She winks “But you keep doing you, Barney Fife The town of Mayberry needs you”

Okay, she definitely just passive-aggressively called me a square

“So, you’re just going to steal lance overin line likehere It doesn’t h My point is still valid

“Well, I guess that depends”

“On what?”

“Are you going to fight me for it?”

Excuse me?

“Aht you for the taxi?”

She nods

“U question “I don’twomen”

“Okay then, I guess the answer to your question is yes, then” She nods Winks Taps her hand on the top of the taxi “Let’s hit it, Bob”

Bob looks betweeninto of the back seat of his taxi But eventually, he just shrugs and hops back into the driver’s seat

Then they’re off Just like that

And I don’tredhead turns around in her seat to wave toa lot less attuned to how pretty she is