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Apr 15, 2024 10:32:35 GMT -6
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Was it even a breakup if they had never actually dated? It sure as hell felt like one.
If Sveta wanted to be brutally honest with herself, she had to admit, this was all on her. For someone who had gotten her heart broken up to six times in the past, she really should have known better. What was this, Beauty and the Beast? Dating someone as broken as she was was a capitally bad idea. Honestly, it could have ended a lot worse that it did. None of that made her feel any better.
What she needed was a change of scenery. Just for a day. She didn't even know where she wanted to go, she just wanted to get out of Haven. Not with a driver or a bodyguard. Not to another Haven facility. Just... out. So she called one of those ride sharing things. It was a stranger in a car, but it was still hella lot safer than walking around the city. Casual walks never worked out well for her.
Sveta stood on the sidewalk, wearing sunglasses, jeans, a green blouse, and hr usual gloves. Hopefully, whoever showed up in a car would be a decent person. For once.
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* italics are spoken in Russian* Thanks to Siren for the sig and avi!
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Posted by Deleted on Jun 14, 2018 14:47:48 GMT -6
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She’d forgotten to charge her iPod the night before, so Thelma was spending her ridesharing shift at the mercy of the radio. Her only car adapter was being commandeered by her cell phone--essential for running the apps she used to pick up rides and food orders. It had taken almost an hour of on and off scanning before she found an oldies station playing enough Janet Jackson and Whitney Houston to be tolerable and had to turn down ‘How Will I Know?’ as she pulled up to the curb near her latest pick up address.
Her red Outback smelled faintly of her coconut lotion and the Indian food she’d delivered to an office during the lunch rush. Beyond that, the seats were clean and a layer of preemptive plastic was taped down on the floor of her backseat. The only thing besides traffic that Thelma hated about her rideshare gig was the mess that tourists and sick New Yorkers left--it never hurt to be too proactive.
Brown eyes glanced at her phone screen as she pulled the car into park. It looked like she’d found her passenger. A thin finger hit the automatic window button on the passenger’s side. Thelma leaned across her seats in an attempt to make eye contact with the blonde on the curb. “Excuse me, ma’am.” Her Southern accent came through on the word ma’am. Thelma’s tone was her usual bright and cheerful one. “Are you...Svetlana?” The Russian name jarred strangely Thelma’s accented vowel shapes. Once she got confirmation, she’d unlock the backseat so her passenger could get situated.
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Apr 15, 2024 10:32:35 GMT -6
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A car pulled up, and Svetlana took a step back to get a better angle at looking at the driver. It was better than leaning into a car window; blonde women standing on streets leaning into cars was not really an image she wanted to project just outside of Haven... The girl who was driving looked quite friendly, if a little hesitant.
>> “Excuse me, ma’am. Are you...Svetlana?”
"I am" Sveta nodded, walking up and opening the door on the passenger side. Then she paused. Taxi drivers often did not approve of people traveling up front. "Is it okay if I sit up front?"
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* italics are spoken in Russian* Thanks to Siren for the sig and avi!
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