You had gone out drinking on a date, but like most dates, they ditched you. You got all dressed up, which you rarely ever did. You thought you looked good, but after hours of waiting outside that restaurant, you were starting to think otherwise. You insecurities started creeping up on you, you started to ask yourself if you looked bad, or if the black dress that hung off your body, showing your curves made you look fat.

You decided to walk down the street to a bar, and began to text him. But to no avail, he didn’t answer his phone. You called him, texted him, and even kept spamming him over and over, but still, nothing.

By the time you left the bar, you were drunk and stumbling around. You were trying to get a taxi to stop, but you were having absolutely no luck. You felt tears well in your eyes as rain started to pour down. Could this day get any worse?

You wiped your eyes, smudging your makeup, you didn’t care though. He had ditched you, and right now, getting home was the only thing you cared about. Finally, a taxi pulled over, you wiped your eyes again and got in the backseat.

“Where to, ma’am?” The taxi driver asked, looking up at you in his mirror. You were drenched and tired, and he could tell. Once you told him your address, and he began driving, again speaking up, “Rough night?”