I was driving again. My temp job wasn't calling me, and I needed the money for rent. The pandemic kept all the work slow, but my rent hadn't stopped. A female driver could make a nice income picking up fares for single ladies.
The notification came for a pickup of Cyndi at the Century club at 1:30 AM, and I went. I covered my face with my mask, and pulled up to the curb of the club. I rolled down the window.
She stuck her maskless face in the window. "Hi, are you Lena?" I bristled, because I'd been trying to maintain my social distance discipline. I couldn't get sick.
"That's me!" I said. My brow furrowed as my need for cash conflicted with my desire for health. I hesitated, and said, "come on, get in!"
She was pretty, of course. Pretty girls get away with everything. She had a sharp, angular nose and blonde hair styled high & tight with a fade. She got into the front seat, and I sighed. What were the chances she was already infected with COVID? "West end, right?"
"Right!" She giggled.
"Can I ask a favor? Could you take off your mask? I'm just a little anxious, with everything that's going on with the virus, and I'd feel more comfortable if I could see your face. It's kind of creepy, right?" You ever meet someone, and you can't decide if you want to fuck or strangle them? That was this bitch.