The Taxi

One

As the rain poured relentlessly down on the greyscale city, Lauren flung open the yellow taxi cab's door, sliding in quickly.

"Hello." a delicate voice rang out next to her.

"Shit, I'm so sorry, I'll get out." Lauren, apologized, slightly dazed from the alcohol coursing through her system from the bar the taxi had picked her up at. Her hand reached for the door handle.

"Sharing is caring!" the girl next to her giggled. "Plus what kind of a person would I be to make someone wait out in the rain for another cab? I'm Camila, by the way." She smiled, sticking her hand out for the other girl to shake.

"Lauren." She smiled slightly, the edges of her lips curving up as she shook her small hand. She gave the taxi driver her address as she fastened her seatbelt.

"No way, I live in that same building! Apartment 22!" Camila exclaimed, the coincidences piling up.

"I'm in 38, so I'm a floor above you. When did you move in?" Lauren asked the over-excited girl.

"Three months ago. What about you?" Camila asked, intrigued with the girl sitting next to her.

"Six months ago. I work at the hospital two streets down." Lauren elaborated as they drew closer to the building.

"Oh wow, are you a nurse?" Camila asked, pulling her wallet out as the girls split the cab fare.

"Uh, surgeon actually. I'm in my residency." Lauren smiled, taking pride in her occupation.

"Wow so you're like, crazy smart?" Camila asked, feeling inferior.

"Um, yeah I guess you could say that." Lauren said, fishing her keys out of her purse as they arrived at their destination. She gave Camila a tight lipped smile. The topic of her intelligence had always made Lauren uncomfortable unless it was being talked about at work. She hated feeling like she was bragging.

"You're a damn surgeon, Lauren! You are crazy smart!" Camila exclaimed wildly as the two girls filed into the elevator, each pressing their respective floors. "What type of surgeon do you want to be?" Camila asks, her eyes focused on the brilliant beauty a mere two feet away from her as the elevator doors closed.

"I'm really interested in cardio and I'm getting into neuro." Lauren responded, before realizing she had been talking about herself for far too long. "What about you, what do you do?"

"I'm a photojournalist. I just got a job with National Geographic, actually." The smaller brunette beamed, her pride in her job exploding through her doe eyes.

"Wow, congratulations!" Lauren says, the elevator bell dinging. "Well, um... I guess we'll run into each other again some time? We seem to have a knack for coincidences." She smiled.

"That we do." Camila grinned as she bit her lip and ducked out of the elevator.