Dionaea Muscipula (xfem!reader)

(Ch.34) Narrationes Musae

.

.

.

"Where to?" Said the driver.

"Nearest motel?" She said as she looked around the taxi and into the drivers rear view mirror, her eyes were dull, and tired.

"A couple miles actually... On the map it says it's off the highway. You don't care?" He says as he adjusts the mirror to where she can see his eyes looking back at her. She looked well put together despite her tired eyes. She was in formal attire again. Dress pants, shoes, and a black dress shirt. Glasses on her face and her hair was clipped up, her bangs falling in her face.

It framed her face perfectly, but she had this certain structure with her face, it was androgynous so to speak. Her jaw had an angle to it but it wasn't nauseatingly sharp. And her eyes were sleek. Siren like. Her lashes weren't long at all, they were more straight than curled out, but the mascara made them visible. Her intimidating allure was palpable.

Y/n tried to smile at him kindly through the mirror, her eyes creasing, less intimidating than her resting face "That's fine actually, I need some actual rest." She said with a tired chuckle.

"I feel ya, Miss." He said with the same energy back.
.

.

.

Y/n was listening to her Walkman, one headphone slanted off her ear so she could here the taxi driver talk if he needed too. Suddenly the taxi stopped and he asked the question, "Where to?" Again.  This was not directed towards her.

Y/n feels a dip in the seat next to her and looks over to see the same man from when she was walking home that one night. Same Walkman too. He said a location and the driver nodded.
Y/n glanced over at the man for a bit longer before quirking her brow slightly as he side eyed her. "Ah, I remember you...Hopefully your suit didn't get too dirty. I know germs can be very annoying for other people."

She said to the man monotonous, looking out the window.

He seemed to turn his head towards her as if being pulled in, but still a good distance away. She looked...great. Different than their first meeting, she looked like the best presentation of a good secretary, all she needed was a skirt. He face was hard as it always was. Would it scare her away, or was she brave? "If I cared so much for germs I would have burned it." He said rudely straightening his tie.

"I don't think..." She said as she furrowed her brows in a thinking manner on how to word this. she turned her head to look at him head on, eye contact was important in these scenarios. He could see the death in her eyes.

"We never exchanged pleasantries." She said as he continued to stare dead at her face. She blinked a few times before sitting up straight and leaving her hand out for a good shake, a formal smile on her face.

She believed that if she met a person twice, and they didn't hate her necessarily, then she'd introduce herself. Especially if they talk to her specifically, if she didn't she considered it bad manners. Who knows he may be famous, it would be good for a job reference.

"I'm Y/n L/n. Hope it's not an inconvenience, Sir." She said waiting for him to shake her hand back, he looked at her hand with his snooty glare, before giving one of his signature fake grins, taking her hand in his and shaking it, like last time bringing it to his lips and kissing her ring.