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
The sunlight in the morning was only the beginning of yet another working day for most normal people. David knew his place as a regular person, just like anyone else who worked a day shift and came home tired. he got up early in the morning to clean out his taxi van and put some air in the tires. From last week's events, he had to vacuum and clean out the seats. Occasionally, he spent a morning scrubbing the seats of stains. Even though the van itself was owned by the Silver Screen Express company, he took great care of it, as if he truly owned the vehicle himself. It was no different than the regular old taxi cabs he used to drive over the Los Angeles streets in the 90's.
Like any other day, this Tuesday morning was off to it's usual start. David always found himself taking fares of the rich clients in the morning, usually of older people that needed to get around town. Occasionally on a good day, he would encounter an interesting person who offered a great conversation, but today wasn't a lucky one. So far in the morning hours, David spent his time escorting a few older couples to and back around town. The taxi van remained quiet until his lunch break. As usual, he treated himself to a half hour break to hit a fast food joint for an easy meal. The clip flop sandals beat against the pavement as he returned back to his van with the bright sun beating down over his face. Due to the heat, he went with a white shirt and cargo shorts for today's dressing outfit.
Back in the van, it was time to hit the streets and wait for more calls to come in for people requesting a Silver Screen Express ride. Circling around through the outskirts of Bel Air, he drove the van towards the open streets and through towards a few shopping malls and luxurious shops. It was nothing he could afford, but all that mattered was the high class passengers who could spend big for a ride. Over the dispatch radio, David listened for a few fares that may be close by. So far today, he had four pickups and was doing quite well for a Tuesday afternoon. The dispatch turned in, speaking of a woman requesting a pickup outside of a jewelry store. She would be wearing a black dress and with black hair, that was all he had to go by. David called in, alerting the dispatcher that he had this fare. It was only a five minute drive away.
It seemed easy, almost given how fast he had driven out to the jewelry store. Sure enough, he spotted what appeared to be his fare standing behind the glass windows inside the store. David had stopped the van close by in a no parking zone, just hoping that she would be quick to leave the store before a security guard would approach the vehicle to scold the driver. While waiting patiently, David went on and rolled down the front passenger's side window as he waited the lady to come out. She looked quite young judging by her appearance. A few minutes later, she stepped out of the jewelry store, stomping her heels forward with a leather purse and a shopping bag in her hands. She looked over at the van and smiled, running towards it. David offered her a smile as he spoke up to greet her.
"Hello there, lovely Miss! Are you my passenger who called for a ride?"
She offered him a smile, nodding her head.
"Yes, that was me."
"Well, go on and jump in. I'll take you where ever you want to go, as long as you can pay the initial charges."
"It's five hundred dollars, right?"
"Yep! I take it that you've called before?"
"Yes, this is my second ride today."
Her dress appeared to be a two piece, with no straps the outfit went up to her neck. Due to the sunlight offering a clear sight, her dress looked to be made of leather. David was able to briefly glance at her before she moved to the back and slid open the passenger's seat. He let the taxi remain there as she climbed in, sitting in the right passenger's seat and dropping her shopping bag and purse down to the floor after she had closed the door. Once the door was shut, David safely began to steer the van back onto the road while his passenger sat in the back seat. She crossed her legs, he noticed from glancing up into the rear-view mirror. David smiled and spoke up.
"So, where do you wanna go now?"
"Ummmm, take me back to my apartment for now. I've gotta put up these shopping bags before I go out."
She took a moment to answer him, as David had assumed her mind not been quite made up. He stopped at a red light in traffic before he replied back.
"Where's your apartment?"
"It's back in Marina Beach."
Marina Beach was just south of Santa Monica, David realized this was going to take a bit of time to drive through. Moving the car again in traffic, he continued.
"Alright, that won't be no problem. The initial fee will be five hundred dollars, I'll add up the rest when we get there."
A giggle was heard from her voice in the back seat.
"Do all the drivers for this company say the same thing? I know you aren't the man who drove me earlier, but he said the exact same thing."
David laughed at her words. She already had spoke once today about getting a ride, so he knew that he couldn't be her driver from earlier.
"Oh no, it's simply protocol. I guess some drivers like to add everything up before driving, but I find it easier to just go by the book. So, what's your name, beautiful? My name is David, by the way."
"I'm Vanessa, you don't recognize me from anywhere?"
Taking another glance into the rear view mirror, David shook his head. He turned the van through traffic while he spoke back to her.
"I don't suppose so."
She giggled, shaking her head and grinning.
"Well, I'm an actress out here. My name is Vanessa Hudgens. You may recognize me in some movies, I was in High School Musical when I was younger. I guess you could say I'm a Disney girl."
"Oh, you must be one of those younger celebrity girls. I'm an old man, I can't recognize any of you if I tried. I didn't even know Britney Spears was a Disney girl until I saw a documentary about her."
Vanessa laughed at him. Weather he was telling the truth or not, she didn't care. She found him to be amusing thus far.
"No, I used to be! I'm twenty-eight now!"
"You're twenty-eight? Jesus, you look much younger than that!"
"Mmmm, thank you."
