I was two hours late. She probably thought I'd chickened out. But Icouldn'tchicken out, not even if I wanted to. I had no return ticket, almost no money, and I didn't know anyone in this city.
Holding my head high, I stepped out onto the bustling sidewalk. The parade of taxis gave me many options. I climbed into the nearest one, my fingers crossing in hopes that the driver would know where I wanted to go.
He was a younger man, his teeth too-white as he grinned at me. “Address, Miss?”
“Um.” Fidgeting, I leaned forward. “Look, I don't know the actual address, but do you know where the Beats and Blast building is?”
The momentary twist of his features turned my stomach into a knot. But then he revved the engine, cranking up the radio so the static and rock music could be heard. “Not a problem! Just enjoy the beautiful sights, we'll be there very soon!”
Tension fled my body; I bit back a relieved, almost psychotic laugh. This was the first good news I'd had in a while. Enjoy the ride?
I damn well would.