Chapter 6 Mark
“Hey, how was the flight? Where are you heading? I'm heading to the eighth district, if you want to share a cab and save a few bucks.”
She startled, and for a moment, I thought she’d pull out a gun. She had the same wariness I’d seen on the face of ex-military or victims of abuse, and I instinctively tried to make myself appear less threatening. I knew my hair was rumpled already, which hopefully helped with boyish charm, and I hunched over a little to look smaller as I smiled and stayed where I was.
I knew if I moved closer she could bolt, and I didn't want that.
“Whereabouts are you going in the eighth district?”
I tried not to look victorious when she grudgingly replied and made a production of trying to remember the address, scratching my head like I couldn’t place
