Foiled Car Stunt

Alicia’s POV:

I strode out of the cafe before she could even say a word.

Oh how I longed to hit her then and there.

With a sharp exhale I hauled down the first cab I saw and it slowed to a stop, waiting for me to enter.

I approached it, noting how new the interior was, and how the driver kept his hand on the steering wheel.

Whatever, i thought, and entered the back of the car. But as soon as I shut the door I heard the sound of a lock and I looked up to see the driver gazing at me through the rear view mirror.

What was going on?

My mind raced as the car began to roll with no destination I knew of.

Panic flooded my brain before I calmed myself down in an i n’ayant. I wasn’t defenseless.

“So, who are you?” I asked, without fear.

The driver seemed to jerk at the question and he drummed his fingers on the steering wheel for more than three seconds before replying, “l have no idea what you’re talking about.”

“Oh, you know what I’m talking about,” i replied with ease. We were speeding now