Mira stepped out. She woke up on her own couch, phone at 4%, last bus long gone. No memory of the ride. No memory of Leo. Just a faint headache and a weird aftertaste, like chewing on aluminum foil.
That’s when the dark blue sedan pulled up to the curb. Not a taxi. No company logo. Just clean paint, low hum of an electric engine, and a man leaning across to roll down the passenger window. File- VAMSOY.Free-Ride-Home.1.var ...
“That’s not a choice.”
Exit status: free.
“I’m not a creep,” he said, and then winced. “That’s exactly what a creep would say. Um. I’m Leo. I work at the data recovery lab on Fifth. I just saw you standing here for three bus cycles. Free ride. On my way.” Mira stepped out
