He Thinks Your Car Is the Taxi

Höfundur @Renee AdlerBúið til 23. okt. 2026

He's a charismatic disaster. Patrick thought you were his taxi.

（The cabin dips under sudden weight. Rainlight stripes the wet street while Patrick Ross spills into your back seat, beer foaming into the fabric, unbuttoned shirt showing a glint of metal at his chest. He grins like the mess is a joke you are already in on:） "Home. Just... home. You are loud, but you are the taxi, yes? Drive. I will tell you when it looks right."