Crazy, that's what.

7

Temporary paralysis. That's what the driver and I were suffering from at the moment. We didn't move, didn't speak, just stared dumbly at the girl my bag had hit as she glared at us, rubbing her red cheek.

"Whose bag is this?"

We said nothing.

Impossibly, her glare intensified. "I'm fine. Thanks for asking."

When she realized we were too in shock to move, she sighed, bringing the bag closer, stretching it out to me. "I guess this belongs to you."

My temporary paralysis disappearing, I reached out for it. "Thank y ..."

It was snatched out of her grip.

I stared at the cab driver, unimpressed and frustrated. "Are you serious? Are you fucking serious?"

He sneered. "You give me my money and then you get your bag."

"I don't have the money!"

"Well you should've thought of that before you took a cab!"

Technically this is your fault Sarah.

Shut up.

"What money are you talking about?"

I huffed, turning to the girl. "He brought me here and I don't have money to pay him for the fare."

Her brows furrowed. "You don't have any money on you?"

"I do." It was the cab driver's turn to frown. "I just don't have the currency. I have pounds with me."

She turned to him. "Can't you accept that?"

He nodded negative. "Unfortunately, I can't."

She breathed deeply. "You know what? Here." She produced bills from her pocket and dumped it in his hands. "That'll do right?"

I blinked. "Are you paying for me?"

"What does it look like?"

He counted the money. "That's fifty. It's complete. Thank you young lady." He turned to give me the stink eye before getting into his cab and driving off.

I was too in shock to care. "Thank you so much but I don't understand. Why would you do that? Why would you pay for me? You don't ... I don't even know your name."

"It's Andy."

I smiled, holding out my hand. "Nice to meet you Andy. I'm Sarah."

She raised a brow. "Really? You don't look like a Sarah. More like a Nicki or a Victoria."

I gasped excitedly. "That's exactly what Todd said!"

"Uh, who's Todd?"

"One of my best friends."

She shook her head. "I love your accent Sarah. Where are you from?"

For some reason, I couldn't stop smiling. "I love yours too! I'm from England."

She laughed. "Obviously. Where in England?"

"London. Notting Hill."

She sucked in a sharp breath. I was worried instantly. "Are you okay Andy?"

She stared into the distance. "I've always wanted to go there."

"Notting Hill?"

"Yes. Anywhere in London really."

"Oh. Why haven't you?"

"Money." She replied. "I don't have the money to go, and even if I did find money to go, I won't have money for accommodation."