Author's Note: This story is completely fictional and did not happen. All characters and names are fictional and were made up.
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Los Angeles, California
Drops of water slowly came beating down over the windshield of the gold Silver Screen Express taxi van. David let out a sigh as he realized that rain was coming, despite some clear weather. Before he had went out today for his job, he witnessed on the daily forecast that scattered thunderstorms would be something to look forward to. California usually had it's dry droughts, so it wasn't so much a problem. The rain almost came as a relief after looking forward to such heat as the summer was approaching. Luckily, the slight rain wasn't enough to make him turn on his wind shield wipers as he continued driving along the roads.
Today, David was driving his taxi van around the Long Beach area. There was a usual shift of areas with the Silver Screen Express drivers, this week was his turn to take fares outside downtown L.A. Of course, the drivers could only go as far as the money took them from their high society clients. David had spent the previous weekend cleaning out the back of his van and making sure that the seats and floorboard remained spotless. After what usually went on in the back seat of his van with certain women, he had become obsessive with keeping it clean back there. Within the front driver's seat, sipping on a bottle of water while making a turn on the roads. So far, he had no fares going into the afternoon. David thought to himself that by now, he should've had at least one fare around this area.
After a few minutes of driving around a busy street, the rain seemed to be coming to a stop. David wasn't so much phased by the rain. It still wasn't bad enough to the point he would be required to activate the wind shield wipers. Dispatch called in, alerting drivers that there was a fare calling for a van around the beach, just off E Ocean Drive. David turned the van, knowing that he was only about ten minutes away from that area. When he turned, the rain resumed to pour down moderately. The call said to be on the look out for a black woman in the parking lot wearing a jacket and carrying a large bag. The driver put his foot on the pedal, moving through a bit of slight traffic until he began to reach the parking lot area around the beach. As soon as he pulled in, he noticed the woman standing there and proceeded to shift gear to back up the van towards her. He rolled down the window as it appeared she was waving to catch his attention.
"Hey there! Go on and hop in, ma'am! No need to stand out here and get soaked!"
"I'm so glad you showed up this fast!"
He kept the van stationed there without moving to allow her entrance. A few seconds later, the sound of the back door on the right side came sliding open and the woman stepped in. David could see from first glance that her hair was pinned up in a pony tail. She wore a dark red jacket, unbuttoned revealing her bikini clad body. The bag in her hands appeared to have various items to be used on the beach, he could see as it was unzipped and revealing. Once she sat down and shut the door, David began to slowly move the taxi van back out of the parking lot and to the streets. Her jacket appeared to be soaked from the rain. She let out a sigh before speaking up.
"Oh, I'm so sorry! I'm dripping wet and I've got your back seats soaked right now."
"It's no problem, ma'am! A little water isn't going to ruin the seats. So, where do you wanna go?"
"Ummmmm, I think I need to get back home. I've got a hotel room back at the Hilton in Signal Hill, you know the place?"
"Yes, shouldn't be that long of a drive. The initial fare is going to cost you five hundred dollars, ma'am."
The woman gave him a nod as he gazed into the rear-view mirror above. By now, David had moved them back on the streets. She replied to him while placing her large back down on the floor board. David glanced into the rear view mirror, studying her face and witnessing small gold piercings in her ears. He spotted that she was wearing white flip flops over her feet, a small feature that made him smile.
"I called a Silver Screen van earlier today and paid for the drop off. I didn't feel like taking my rental car out since I just flew into town a few nights ago."
"Oh, did you? I don't think I was your driver, you are my first fare today."
She laughed to his words.
"Yes, today is my first time calling this business. I didn't think it was going to be raining today, I'm shocked you arrived so quick to pick me up."
David smiled as he focused back on the road. Like always, he was eager to strike a conversation with the person riding in the back seat of his cab.
"You were lucky that I was passing through close around here, otherwise you would've probably been stuck waiting a little longer. Apart from the rain, how was your time at the beach today?"
"It was good until it started to rain. I haven't been out in the sun or in a swimming pool in a few months. What's your name?"
"You can call me David, ma'am."
"Pleasure to meet you, David. I am Rihanna."
She smirked to herself, wondering if he would recognize her. Sitting back into the black leather seat, she let out a sigh and licked her lips while the van continued to roll down the streets before stopping at a red light. David thought for a moment, as her name sounded familiar. It wasn't until he gazed back into the rear view mirror, suddenly it clicked. His jaw dropped for a second while waiting in traffic stopped at the red light.
"Wait, Rihanna the singer? Oh shit, this is unbelievable!"
The dark skinned beauty clapped her hands together and smiled. Sometimes she went without being recognized whatsoever, but it appeared this man seemed excited by her presence in the back of his cab van. She nodded, replying back to him.
"Yes, you've got me in the back of your van today."
When the light turned green, David resumed driving while he replied after laughing. Meeting her today had brought back memories of when he was driving regular old taxi cabs over L.A. some years back. It was 2009 when he couldn't avoid hearing her on the radio. This was a story he just had to share with the woman herself.
"Oh my god, this is too funny! You are one hell of a singer, I've gotta tell you that!"
"Thank you."
"No, really! I've got something funny I have to tell you. Oh man, this is one hell of a lucky day for you of all the people in this town to end up in the back of my cab."
Rihanna leaned up in her seat. He had her attention now. She placed both of her feet down on the floorboard, the small jacket remained revealing her bikini clad body. He obviously was checking her out, as she caught his eyes from the rear view mirror. David continued driving as he began to tell his story to her.
"This was about 8 years ago, I think. I used to drive a regular old yellow cab around L.A. I swear though, every single time I would turn on the radio I used to hear your voice. If I had a dollar for every time that song used to come on, I would be a rich man by now, I swear."
"Oh no way, you're making this up!"
"No, I'm not! You sang that one song, I have the words memorized I heard it so many times"
"Oh yeah, prove it!"
He let out a sigh. By now, he had her full attention. Rihanna was leaning up in her seat, trying to take a look at his face. She could only see the side, witnessing that he was an older man from the slight grey hairs in his head. Over his body, he wore a regular old black T-shirt. After sighing, David replied to her in an almost comical 'singing voice'.
"Come here, rude boy, boy, can you get it up? Come here, rude boy, boy, is you big enough?"
His reply forced her to burst out laughing hard. Rihanna couldn't help herself, his voice was so hilarious to her eyes as he attempted to sing.
"Oh my god, stop!"
