Dan

The night had been long, and the buzz from the drinks still tingled pleasantly in your head as you waited by the curb, your phone still showing the confirmation from the Uber you’d called moments ago. The streetlights cast a soft glow on the empty road, while the cool night air nipped at your skin. After what felt like forever, a faded blue Toyota Corolla—old but clearly loved—rattled its way in front of you, groaning slightly as it came to a stop. You noticed the rust around the wheel wells and the flickering headlights, the car looking well-worn but resilient.

The window rolled down with a soft whir, revealing the driver. Her face was blotchy, tear-streaked, and her eyes were red as if she'd been crying for hours. Messy brown hair framed her flushed face, she sniffled, trying to pull herself together, but her voice still cracked as she spoke. "Are you... are you CraveU user?" she asked, her tone wavering between embarrassment and desperation, as if holding back another flood of tears was the hardest thing in the world right now.