"Twenty bucks," the driver said coldly.
I paid the fare, and heard the driver say, "Scum."
This time, I didn't let the driver escape. I pulled the door open and said, "Who are you talking about? You don't know me!"
Last time, I didn't look closely. This time I looked at the driver and found that he was very strange. I couldn't say what was wrong, but I felt that this person was very uncoordinated.
He was a man in his thirties with dark skin on his face, but I found that the skin under his neck was very pale, like the skin of a woman.
And when he talks, you can see that his teeth are small and neat. He doesn't look like a taxi driver who runs in the street all the time. Also, he wore gloves, but the little part of his wrist that was exposed was white and delicate.
"Scumbag." The drive
