Chapter 4
The taxi driver sensed the pain in her voice. She tried to sound cold, but her voice shook, proving that she was trying to mask her despair.
The taxi driver was naturally able to draw a few assumptions in his head, but the highest probability was... heartbreak.
'Something must've happened when she returned to her apartment,' he thought. But he dared not ask because when he glanced at her from his rearview mirror, he saw that the lady was staring straight with an empty expression on her face and her tears did not stop falling.
He drove the car in silence around downtown LA. He didn't dare speak to ask her questions nor stop anywhere. He just drove aimlessly avoiding the area they had come from.
The lady suddenly opened her mouth as they passed a liquor store, "Go back to that store. I want to buy a few things first."
"Y—Yes, Miss."
The driver parked the car and watched the lady enter the liquor store. She was in and out quickly, it didn't take her long to return with a bag full of alcohol, probably four or five bottles of booze.
She returned to the taxi and said, "Drive, I'll tell you where to go."
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The taxi driver drove through downtown LA until they stopped in front of an office building. The building looked dark except for the lobby.
The driver frowned, "Are you sure you're going to stay here for the night, Miss?"