No Where and No One
After The Waffle House
As she left the Waffle House, a long black limousine rolled up beside her and stopped. Standing there, the young woman couldn’t help but feel a bit intrigued. When she bent down to look into the tinted window, she was met with a smooth male voice calling out, “Miss? Can I offer you a ride?”
She paused for a moment, considering the offer. “Why, thank you for the kind gesture,” she replied with a polite smile. “However, a ride is not what I need right now. There’s simply nowhere that I’d rather be, and no one that I want to see.”
Straightening back up, she continued, “If I happen to find myself back this way tomorrow, perhaps I shall answer your offer differently.” With that, she turned and confidently strode away, leaving the young man in the limousine to shake his head in bewilderment.
“Well, I’ll be,” he muttered to the driver. “Guess that’s my cue to carry on.”
He rolled up the window and instructed the driver to proceed, a bemused expression on his face as he watched the intriguing woman disappear down the street.
The young man in the limousine shook his head, rolled up the window, and told the driver to proceed. He had been intrigued by the young woman he had just encountered on the street…
