LAYLA
May 8th 2018
I look into my rearview mirror and wipe my mascara stained face. I have fifteen minutes to kill before my shift starts. I lean back in my seat and watch as a tall man in a suit leaves the club. He walks to the big black SUV parked up, the driver gets out and opens the passenger backseat door for him, his passenger slides in and he closes the door behind him and hops back in the driver's seat. The vehicle remains stationary for a moment or two before the engine roars to life and starts to roll.
Movement in the corner of my eye catches my attention, Caddies standing outside poking the fingers to the building's sign.
I continue to watch her with a...
What-the-f**k-you-up-to-look on my face.
She spins around and,
"OH s**t!"
The black SUV hits
