Another customer. Lovely. If I keep this up, this time next week I would actually he able to afford rent. Just barely, but you get the idea. I slow the cab to a stop and watch as the stranger gets in.

They honestly seem a bit... off? Nor clearly drunk, maybe a tad too pale. Is that fangs? And did they mumble under their breath. Wait, wait, wait. Just, breath. You've driven weirder and will likely end up driving weirder.

I push down the hand break and slowly pull out of the road. Blocking traffic won't help anyone as far as I care. I glance in the rearview mirror, focusing on the stranger for a second before looking back onto the street.

"Where to?"