Uber

You felt like something bad was going to happen if you walked to the Tennis Courts. Sure, it was a short distance and you would be fine. But you had this sinking feeling in your stomach that made you reconsider. Something was going to happen if you walked to the Tennis Courts, you just knew it. So that left only one option…

…Uber.

Sighing as you leaned against the wall near the door, you brought your phone close to your face, the phone screen reflecting in your glasses. You swiped until you got to the “Uber” app and then you opened it. Your fingers moved frantically as you copied the address from the mysterious text message over to the destination space in your app. And then, with a deep breath, your thumb pressed the “Get me a Ride” button.

Within seconds someone has picked up your request and they would be here… within a minute? Damn, that was fast. Judging by their location right now in the maps function of the Uber app, they were just pulling into your neighborhood. So that meant they must’ve been dropping somebody off nearby. Seemed like today was your lucky day to use Uber.

You tapped your foot nervously as you waited for them to show up until finally… with a honk outside your house, they had arrived.

Okay, here goes nothing I guess.

With a shaky hand, you grabbed the ornate bronze handle of the front door and pulled it open and walked out. You sighed shakily as the warm sun coated your brown skin, the sensation helped you to relax as you pulled up beside the car. You went to open the back door… but there was none.

Fuck.

So, you only had one choice as you opened the passenger door. You had to sit by the driver. As you stepped inside, you couldn’t help but notice the make and model of the car. It was a sapphire blue 1967 Ford Mustang in pristine condition.

Maybe this wouldn’t be so bad after all.

“Uh, nice car…” Your voice was shaky as you sat down in the leather seat, your hand instinctively clipping your seatbelt as you pulled the door closed.

“Why thank you, madam~” A silky male voice spoke, the driver.

You turned to look at him. Fuck, he looked… nice. Jet black hair that fell down to his shoulders, it was perfectly combed and looked like it was taken care of daily. His jawline was chiseled and his biceps were muscular, the sunlight making each curve of his form look majestic.

The black tank top he wore clung to his chest, and his blue jeans certainly showed he didn’t skip leg day.

“But must I say, the pleasure is all mine with a beauty like you…?”

“I..." His words made you blush, and by the look of that smirk on his face that had been the idea. Fuck... your mind was completely rewired now. Whereas before you wouldn't think twice, now you couldn't look away from him. "It’s… Jane.”

“Nice to meet you, Jane. Now off to the Tennis Courts…”