A Drive To Death

The Drive

His phone beeped, a booking. Map took him to the gates where a girl waited. She looked distressed and calm together, as she confirmed and got in.
"Where to?"
"Sunrise Cliff, go slow."
"Sure!"
"Yeah!"

He took off and slowly, he kept moving as periodic shushing sounds came. 'Couldn't be cold, not in summers.' He kept glancing in the mirror for signs, for tears perhaps.
"You alright?"
"Why do you care."
"I don't, just curious."
"Then know that am not. But it'll be all over, soon."
"Over as in."
"Life!"
"How?"
"You guess."
"Shall I hurry?"
"Why?"
"The sooner the better. Or are there second thoughts?"
She looked aghast, as if caught by the neck. He took a glance, and knew he had her.

27 minutes and a halt marked her check-out point. She got off, and he checked.
"That would be 187."