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I checked myself in the bulky lounge mirror, poofing my hair into place one last time and looked at the old mahogany grandfather clock by the front desk, 2:19 a.m. Just enough time to get there, I thought before I rushed out the glass doors and into the cab I had called for not 12 minutes before. I wrapped my arms around myself, feeling the warm material become cold and shuddering a bit from a draft I had received. It was a moonlit night, chilly, of course being March in New York City. I glanced to the other side of the street and saw two homeless people huddled together by a burning trashcan. I felt sorry that anyone had to be out in this horrible weather. I opened the bright yellow door of the cab and slid in.
I smiled at the driver, who looked only about 23 or maybe 25 and said, "Broadway and 12th." The cabdriver nodded in the rear view mirror and turned on the meter. I looked out the window at the now quiet city, which usually was all hussle and bussle these days. I slightly smiled at the thought of Gothem being so peaceful. I was also wondering why hardly any one was out, at even this time of night.
The cabdriver started to drive off and we soon came to a red light. He looked back at me and I saw something in his eyes, but shook my head and decided to ignore it. He was very handsome for a cab driver, dark brown hair, with a mysterious look on his face, like you could never tell what he was actually feeling.
"Where are you headed at this time of night?" The cabdriver said with a slight British accent
"Oh, nowhere special." I replied and tucked my hair behind my ears. I felt the cold silver of my earring and instantly pulled my hand away. Feeling like my hand just got a burn; I rubbed it slightly and continued to look out the window.
We started moving again and the driver glanced though his mirror, "What number Senna?"
I panicked. I must have said my name when I called for the cab. On the other hand, I was just talking with him, surely I had said it then.
"1425, thank you.” I responded sounding a little edgy.
We made some small talk for a while, mostly about the weather, of course. After awhile, we rolled up to the club, all lit up and the cabdriver said, "$21.72, if you don’t mind."
I reached in my purse and grabbed my wallet, opening it, getting a twenty and a fiver. I handed the money to him.
"My name is Riles, if you ever need a cab for any reason."
I responded quickly, "Well, Riles, it was a very enjoyable cab ride, thank you." And opened the cab door, stepping out into the brumal, snow-covered street.
I walked straight to the front of the line, my heels clicking with each step and smiled at the massive bouncer who always wore black with sunglasses. So movie like, I thought to myself, as he checked me off the list saying, "Hello Miss Bernoulli, I’m glad you could join us tonight."
"The pleasure is definitely all mine, Mr. Hamilton,” I smirked as I admitted to myself that I always had a little thing for him.
He unhooked the velvety-red rope and a warm breeze blew on my face as another man opened the gold doors. When I stepped into the club, someone took my coat and I immediately saw people that I was aquatinted with and started to walk over to them. I felt someone grab my hand and pulled me towards their body backwards.
He startled me by whispering, close to my ear, "Miss me?”
I smiled and turned thinking it was Patrick, my boyfriend. When I glanced upon the person’s face, I suddenly dropped my smile and grabbed for my hand back.
"Leave me alone," I said more calmly than I felt.
"Admit it. You don’t hate me half as much as you pretend to."
"Do you want to bet your life on it, Christopher?” I replied, gritting my teeth.
I glared at him, hoping he’d mistake my fear for anger and go away. He did not seem to be getting the message, though. I hoped he could not see how rapidly my pulse was beating in my throat . . . or that if he did, he didn’t mistake it for something it was not.
The music got louder, I snatched my hand away, and ran to the nearest door I could find. I opened the door, ran though, and slammed it shut. I breathed heavily, leaning against the cold door. I found myself outside and looked down both ways, taking the alley to get to the subway. I shivered and hugged myself even tighter, my handbag banging against my side as I walked faster with each step. I heard a crash against a trash can behind me and quickly turned around.
“Ahh, we meet again.”
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