12 - A Walking Cliché
ARIADNA
As soon as I see the navy Toyota Prius approaching, I just jump in, not even bothering to check the registration plate. I tell myself it must be my ride, and I can't afford to waste any time. I need to get the hell away from this place and these people as soon as possible.
I smile awkwardly at the driver who, bless him, tries to be nice and make small talk, not getting the hint that I am not in the mood.
He is most definitely judging me, and I get it. I must look like a woman that was just caught red handed fooling around with a married man. Caught by e man's wife I mean, and then chased away. I chuckled softly at the thought that what happened is way crazier than this.
The driver eagerly offers me a bottle of water and tells me to take a chocolate from t
