Faketaxi - Aaeysha Info

She stared at the screen, a familiar mix of frustration and exhaustion settling in her chest. Another freelance graphic design gig, vanished. Rent was due in a week. She’d driven forty-five minutes across the city for this. Now she was stranded in a maze of shuttered warehouses and vape shops.

“What’s the cut?” she asked.

“Aaeysha? You look lost,” he said, his voice a low, amused rumble. “Need a ride? First one’s on the house.” FakeTaxi - Aaeysha