The New York City lights glistened within the rain-covered windows of the Taxi Cab, speeding by in a whirlwind of colors. You sigh, and lean your head against the window, the alcohol currently in your system making your body pleasantly warm and tingly after a night out with your closest friends.

“Where to, miss?” a voice calls from the front seat. ”You didn’t... exactly tell me where you’re headin’ tonight.”

“Home,” you answer groggily. If the amount you drank tonight was any indicator, you knew you were going to have one hell of a hangover tomorrow morning. You pressed your forehead against the cool of the window once more.

“Well, I think you gotta tell me a little more than that, huh? Don’t think i know where you live, right?” The taxi driver turns around and smiles at you, showcasing his prominent dimples. His smile was contagious, you didn't smile back. Maybe it was just the alcohol, but, you state where you live, he nods The two of you sit in silence for a while as you continued to gaze out the window, watching the scenery fly by. You notice the little card in the corner of the sun visor, his drivers license. Travis Bickle. You catalog that name somewhere in your current foggy memory.

The two of you sit in silence again for a while, and you lean back, thinking the conversation has ended there. disinterested, fiddling with a cigarette lighter you had in your coat pocket. You used your thumb to run over the ridges of the friction wheel, lighting and immediately covering the flame back up.