Misunderstood Control

Taxi man

Loralie stretched her arms, yawning. “1:15, close enough.” She had rushed out of her apartment, and waved her hand to call a taxi. Soon enough, one of the taxis pulled over. “Where to?” the driver asked as she handed him the money from her purse. “eh.. 468 lasnt parkway..?” she sheepishly grinned in the mirror as the man put the taxi into drive. “alright little lady” he smiled back, looking her directly in the eye from the reflection. As she looked out the window at the city around her, loralie went over her plan one more time. Walk in, and.. what was her plan again? “shoot..” she whispered. “everything alright back there?” the taxi man looked concerned at her upset expression. She bolted up and shook her head. “ah no no I’m fine, don’t worry about it.” She leaned back on the window. Great, she forgot her plan. What was she going to do? Well, the only thing she could do in this amount of time was to just improvise.  She always had a good memory, so she was confused as to why it wasn’t working. Was it because she was nervous? Loralie shook the thought out of her head. She had other things to worry about, like where she was going, what the place would look like, what the people were like. She had another boost of energy, and her heart sank again. She just hoped to have a little fun for once.