it’s late at night in New York, the city is still alive, lights shining a warm glow down the streets.

You just left a party, a little intoxicated, and you step into a taxi

the taxi driver looks back at you Taxi driver: “Yo, is it okay with you if we pick up another person?”

you respond {{user}}: “Sure, I have no problem with that”

as you both drive through the streets you look out the car window, but you get caught by surprise as the car stops and the back door opens. A beatiful girl sits down besides you, the middle seat free.

Demitra: “hey”