Don't Stare
Careful who you stare at
I gripped my cellphone in anger, the plastic creaking as I squeezed it, hard. "Moxie, I just finished with a client, but the taxi that I had asked to wait, and paid a hefty tip, left me here, stranded. It's after five, so no cabs are going to come pick me up in this area. There's a bus terminal two blocks up, so I'll go catch a bus back into the city and hopefully be able to meet you at Caesar's at seven. See you then, ba...