DANA
"straight home, miss?"
Marvin asked, eyes on the rearview mirror but keeping both hands on the steering wheel. Perhaps he was wondering on why I didn't speak a word since I got in the car. I was only quiet on the backseat, head turned to the right to be distracted by the city life. Then I realized to head straight home would be worse. It's like going back to the lair of the dragon…or voluntarily heading back to a murder scene. In fact, I'd rather be anywhere now BUT home.
"wait up, Marvin… I don't want to go home yet. Take me someplace."
"okay miss. Where?"
I bit my bottom lip. Right, where? I let myself get ideas from what I can see outside the window. bookshops, restaurants, convenience stores, fast food stalls, a tattoo? No, that doesn't feel like me. An open bar. Wait…
"find me a good bar please. one that's not crowded and is private."
