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Nathaniel’s P. O. V.
The quiet night was suddenly interrupted when my phone started ringing. At first I ignored it, hoping that whoever was calling me would realise that I was busy trying to sleep, but it continued ringing. I sighed as I sat up in my bed, and I picked up. I was just about to ask how can I help, when someone spoke on the other side.
“William Danford? We called for an uber, it’s you, right?”
The woman calling me had a pleasant voice, but I could sense that she cried not so long ago. I tried to be polite, but it still annoyed me that she called me in the middle of the night.
“No, sorry. Wrong num-” I started, but another voice, a male this time, made me stop in the middle of my sentence.
“Is that damned uber coming or not?!”
“I have the cause of the crying, don’t I?” I thought. Working as a waiter, I saw many scenes like this; a “pair”, where the man didn’t acknowledge that the other one didn’t want him there. It wasn’t rare that I had to step in so he would leave.
“I’m not your driver, but I can drive you as I’m already awake” I said while I turned on the lights to get ready. “Where will it be?”
A few minutes later I was in the parking lot of a small restaurant, waiting for a young couple to get in my car. To my unfortune the process wasn’t really fast because they just argued on the pavement. I didn’t want to listen in so I glued my eyes on the road, drumming with my fingers. This is how we spent the first half of the “trip”, the other half in utter silence.
After some time we finally arrived at a hotel. The man left, without paying, but he closed the door on the woman when she tried to get out of my car. I didn’t really know what to do, so I turned around to see that she was close to crying again.
“Miss, do you want me to take somewhere else?” I asked.
She wiped away a tear then spoke: “I- I can try calling up my friend if I can sleep at her place. And please just call me Candy.”
I didn’t want to be quiet during the route so I tried to maintain smalltalk. And first Candy didn’t really cooperate and it was awkward, but after some time she became calmer and we had a nice chat. I found out that the man is actually her, now ex, boyfriend and they were supposed to visit a mutual friend when he realised he’d rather spend the night without her. I couldn’t really understand the man; every time I looked at Candy in the rearview mirror I saw an otherwise beautiful woman. Only the crying, caused by him, distorted her features.
Even after I dropped her off, I couldn’t stop thinking about her. I have to admit I found her intriguing, and I felt bad that I missed my chance to properly reassure her. I fell back asleep, my dream setting me free, but she was on my mind after waking up again and going to work. I wanted to call her up to make sure she’s okay, but I didn’t want to bother her.
Well, whatever, not like we will ever run into each other again.
Right?