I froze. “Wait… what’s going on?”
She patted the seat next to her.
“Don’t worry. You’ll know everything in a minute. Get in.”
And I don’t know why (maybe I was too tired to argue, maybe I was too stunned), but I got in.
The door closed behind me with an expensive-sounding click.
Like even the car knew it was worth more than my entire life.
There was a driver up front who didn’t even blink. Like this kind of thing happened every day.
I turned to her. “Are you alright?
Did something happen? What… what’s all this? You were…
poor.”
I blinked. “Passed what?”
She folded her hands in her lap. “I’ve been running a little test,” she revealed.
“I’ve been sitting at the station daily for hours, watching people. Seeing who stops. Who pretends not to see me.
And who walks by without looking.”
I said nothing.
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