Tyrone had once left me Simon's number on a slip of paper. It was still in my bedroom, so I needed to get home first. The man in front of me seemed trustworthy enough, but I had no way of knowing for sure. Dressed in hospital scrubs with no money to my name, asking for his help was my only option.
I decided to take a gamble. I'd direct him to drop me off a couple of blocks away from my house and walk the rest of the way myself. After all, trusting anyone completely right now wasn't an option.
The car weaved through the streets in silence until the man suddenly smiled to himself.
"What is it?" I asked cautiously. "Is something wrong?"
"Not at all," he said, shaking his head. His eyes stayed focused on the road ahead. "It's just funny—we're getting closer and closer to my home."
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