Romans & histoires Your Driver Is Waiting

Driver told Stan. “Who the fuck are you?” Stan yelled in panic. “You wanted to get out right. Here…” Driver unlocked the car. “Go” Driver said but Stan did not move. He kept looking at front on Driver’s back. Stan was not very sure if he should get out or not. He did not understand what was actually happening to him and why driver was letting him go now. It could be a trap or something and Stan was not able to decide on that. “Having trouble in deciding” Driver asked and then chuckled lightly making Stan more irritated than ever.

the driver greeted me respectfully as I drew closer. "Morning. Tell me, do you have any idea where Cullen is?" I inquired, my voice tinged with a mix of urgency and concern. The driver's eyes darted away momentarily, a flicker of hesitation crossing his face, before he finally responded, "No, ma'am, I don't." My instincts sensed the hidden truth behind his words, the unspoken knowledge that danced within his gaze. Frustration welled within me, pushing me to confront the lingering doubts that plagued my mind.

My driver didn't barge and it was clear he wasn't prepared to be a murderer. "Okay fine, go take her out of the way." He got out that instant. I focused back on my laptop. When I checked the time again, it was 3:35 pm. Twenty-Five minutes more. Where's this driver? I thought. A minute has passed and he still hasn't returned. I lowered my glass and saw him knee-deep in a puddle. It was as if his leg was stacked. He couldn't move. I grunted and took my umbrella. If I wasn't on my way to a farmhouse for a freaking deal.

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Xander responded with a tone that was almost akin to irritation. "Yes, sir." The driver responded, chastened. He quickly got into the driver's seat and waited for his boss to get in on the passenger side.

His driver asked. “…”

Then: “Registration is dead.” Ronan’s expression hardened. “What do you mean dead?” “Vehicle exists. Ownership does not.” He looked toward the street again. The driver never stepped out. Never moved. Never approached. That bothered him more. Curiosity acted. Professionals waited. “This is not school gossip anymore,” Ronan said quietly. “No.” The answer came instantly. “It isn’t.” The line ended. Ronan remained where he was. Watching. The car stayed another four minutes. Then drove away.

A black car waited by the shoulder, engine running, exhaust curling into the cold air. I got in. The driver didn't look at me. He was young, hard-faced, the kind of man who'd been taught that eye contact was a weakness. The car pulled away before I'd fully closed the door. No one spoke for twenty minutes. The diner was the same one where I'd met Lena. Flickering neon sign. Greasy windows. The smell of stale coffee and hopelessness. The driver stayed in the car. I walked in alone. He was waiting in the back booth.

The driver nodded repeatedly and continued to drive. Then the car stopped in front of the hospital, Liam unbuckled his seat belt and got out. “Wait for me here for a few minutes and you will earn eight hundred. Hearing Liam’s words, the driver’s eyes lit up , as he nodded repeatedly . “Okay, I will.” Although he find it hard to believe, but waiting for a few minutes wouldn’t hurt, after all the kid had already given him more than what he charged. Watching Liam walk into the hospital with his small legs,the driver couldn’t help shaking his head .

I had thought he would have left with the way he walked out of the dining room, but here he was still waiting, though I was curious about what he was waiting for. I Walked towards his car, then he pointed at a small car not far away, “A driver will drive you to and fro, so just wait to hear back from him and he should be here in a few minutes.” He said coldly and before I could say a thing, he raised his hand and signaled his driver to drive off. I watched the car drive out and even after I could see no traces of it anymore, I still stood there staring into space blankly. Then I heard the sound of greetings which snapped me out of my daze.