Kabby One Shots!!

The Taxi Driver

I know maybe y'all don't know because I don't talk a lot about myself but, I'm Hispanic. I am bilingual because of this and I am as proud of my heritage as I am of my sexuality. This one shot is based on a song by a Hispanic singer named Ricardo Arjona that is called "Historia de Taxi". I really love him and all his songs and I just thought that this one song y'all would enjoy as a story so here it is! Let me know what you think please. This way I know what to write about more and what to stop writing. Here's an extra long one because I've been absent.
~ Yaya

It's almost 10pm and he has been driving around all day. The day has been a little rainy and the streets are wet reflecting the lights of the buildings in the city that never sleeps. Suddenly, the lights reflecting off a sequined skirt gives him the signal to stop. "Good night miss." He says with silence that follows. He's already had these types of costumers. He started driving around and couldn't help look through the mirror to the blond that had entered his otherwise lonely vehicle. She takes out a cigarette and he notices her lack of spark. At a red light he offers her a lighter and sniffing she accepts. "Is that a tear I see?" He says peaking through the rear view mirror.

She looks up her mascara running but he is astonished by her beauty nonetheless. "I guess so." She says wiping it off and laughing. Contagious and beautiful, so he laughs as well.

"Do you mind if I ask you a couple of questions?" He says driving through the still busy city.

Through the mirror he manages to catch a glimpse of her legs crossing and a smile forming on her lips. "I guess so."

"What's your name?" He smiles and their eyes meet through the reflection of the mirror.

"Abigail." She sighs. "Abby." She corrects herself.

"Abby." He smiles and she loves the way her name sounds coming from his lips. "I'm Marcus Kane."

"I didn't know we were also saying our last names." She jokes and he shrugs off the smile that comment produces.

"Just so that I'm no stranger." He states and he can now see the smoke from her cigarette but doesn't mind.

"Griffin." She states and silence falls again for a few seconds before it is interrupted by her. "So, what was the other question?" She smiles.

"Huh?"

"You said a couple of questions..." she says still smiling.

He does this ooohhh expression and says, "why were you crying?" And her smile falters.

"Because of this guy that thinks that because he's rich and powerful he can cheat on me." She responds after a short sigh. He is surprised that she answered honestly and pained when he heard her cry more. He pulled the car over.

"Don't cry please. A beautiful woman like you shouldn't cry over such an asshole." He is satisfied by the smile he caused in her once again and started to drive again.

"I found him hugging and kissing another girl. She's of a lower class, I know because of the way she dressed." She laughed at how uptight she sounded.

"Well, if vengeance is what you're searching for I'm more than willing to volunteer." He smirked. "The ways of the world." You suffer in your mansion and I suffer in my small suburban home."  He states.

After a few moments of silence she throws the cigarette out the window and says, "turn right on the best traffic light."

"Where are we going?" He asks curiously.

"We're going to my house." She sits sideways and crosses her perfect legs. "Let's talk and after a few rounds of tequila let's see what happens." The sexual tension was so abundant that it could be felt from miles away. A few minutes later they are arriving in Abby's mansion and he parked his car in her garage.