On a Drive
Redd was a professional chauffeur. He'd been on this job for five years and going, driving limos, vans, taxis even buses. He was something of an old hand. He'd driven rowdy partiers, eager prom goers, an aristocrat or too, he'd seen it all.
Or so he thought.
Today started like any other. He'd been hired by a couple of rich kids at Beacon. Go to the opposite side of town for some shopping. Easy as pie.
But there was a snag...
Redd glanced in his rear view mirror and groaned in desperation. He'd been driving for a while now, but couldn't stop anywhere. He hadn't been told their final destination yet. Normally he'd ask his passengers where they'd like to go...
...But looking at the two of them, slumped against each and fast asleep, he figured interrupting THAT would get him in more trouble than missing a stop or two. The white haired girl was resting against the blue haired kid's should