"Did I say something wrong?" The driver took another peep at Emily.
Emily shook her head. He didn't say anything wrong; the only problem is that she doesn't know how anonymous she could be.
"Nothing." Emily said. "I just want to see someone."
"You'd be alright." The driver said it assuredly, with a smirk on his face. "Fishriver people wouldn't recognize the president if he walked on their street in the middle of the brightest day."
Emily faced the side window. "I never said I was worried of being recognized."
"Hmm." He said, "Well, popular people are usually scared of being seen there. You know, I have driven a few there before. They go to buy things like drugs and stuff and they are always scared of getting caught or seen, while in reality nobody really cares there."
"Well, I am not
