"My lovelife is a mess," Zaya blurted out, her breath catching in her throat as she tried to regain her composure.
The taxi driver, Manuel, turned to face her, a sympathetic expression on his weathered features. "I'm all ears if you want to share your story, miss. After all, a problem shared is a problem halved, isn't that what they say?"
Zaya hesitated, unsure if she was ready to unload her troubles on a complete stranger.
"It's a very long story, and it's going to take quite a while. Besides, I don't know you that well to tell you all about my life," she said.
