“Are you currently in love?” I looked in the rear view mirror. It was too dark to see anything clearly. Her accent reminded me of John Lennon.
“Just with life itself,” I said. And life’s a fickle cunt. But she was talking again. I didn’t hear what she had to say.
The ride ended.
I collected the money.
I’m not currently in love. Not even with life itself. So I lied. Like anyone sharing their experience, I lied.
And the night turned into day.