“You don’t look happy.” Said my driver while he did his job on the long road which I had asked him to take. We were heading to the hotel where I should have gone and lodged respectfully, other than have myself properly mocked like I was in Julia’s place.
She didn't want singletons like me. That was enough diss.
“You, too, you don’t look happy.” I retorted.
“Because I’ve been the one doing the driving to and fro to no useful location,” he said, and for the first time in his life, his voice sounded like that of a man. Maybe his body was beginning to balance imbalanced hormones.
“So, you now sound like you are a man for real.” I laughed. “Come on, you won’t drive all your life.”
He sighed like a woman and continued till I tapped at his headrest.
“That hotel,” I ordered.
