“Tell me about yourself.”
She rubbed her forehead. She felt the hangover encroaching the moment she left the bar. What had happened to the invincibility of her youth? “8th and Donner,” she said.
“Rough night? Or great night?” The driver tried to turn around to see her. He looked like the type of guy who’d been playing video games right up until the moment the ride sharing app on his phone had buzzed. “You know…”
She couldn’t take another word. Not tonight. Not after that scene in the bar. God damn werewolves always think it’s funny to come out in the middle of crowded bars.
She slammed the mute button and the guy’s voice vanished, though his mouth kept moving. Sweet peace.