The car stopped in front of one of the dilapidated houses.
"Here we are," the driver said.
Emily looked out to the house and its iron bar fences were already falling apart. A portoin of the roof looks obviously leaking and she can catch a scent already—it stinks.
"Do you need me to go with you?" The driver asked.
Emily frowned, "No!" she shouted before knowing what she had done. "I am sorry, umm, I am fine."
"Hmm. So I'd just wait for you here."
Emily nodded. She came out of the car and it felt like every eye was on her. But there weren't. The neighborhood seemed to have returned to whatever they were doing before. She turned to the car and the driver smiled at her, encouraging her to go on. Like, it was easy. Technically, it must be for him. He sounds like he is a regular in the are
