The taxi reached at a halt with a screeching sound.
“Here we are.” The driver said.
Clarisse handed him the fare.
“Ma’am, five more.” The driver demanded.
“What?” Clarisse growled ridiculously, but handed the driver extra.
“The attitude of these guys is getting intolerant.” Clarisse mumbled to herself as the taxi sped past her, leaving behind a thin cloud of smoke.
It would’ve been cheaper if she would’ve taken LYFT, plus she liked the little pink neon on their dashboard. It looked cute, and it smelled nice, not like gasoline and peppermint with a gust of tobacco.
East Harlem, also known as El Barrio. The Puerto Rican people who lived here called it by that name. It is a very vibrant locality, rich with Mexican and Portuguese culture. It is also famous for its Caribbean restaurants
