Driving was still kinda scary even when she had her driver’s license.
It wasn’t that she had it that long, in fact, Rohini was a new driver, but she figured
that she had to learn, and what better way to familiarize yourself with the roads of
your hometown than by driving?
Her mother worried, said she’d drive her girl herself but Rohini insisted that she
could manage to go from point A, their house, to point B, Gafner Boulevard by
herself. With both her brother and father out and about, her mother, Anjali, had
relented.
And when she was nearly there, she saw someone who looked like she’d been
standing in the rain for hours. Immediately she pulled over and rolled down the
window. ❝ How about you hop on in, cousin? That’s where I’m headed as well.❞
It was a considerable relief when the driver of the car was
a girl, apparently Avery’s age or younger by the look of her, and not
a greasy man in his fifties. Still, she was completely cognizant of the
fact that getting into a car with a stranger—at night, in a town with a
truly impressive crime rate—was possibly a recipe for disaster. A
moment passed, then two, as she wavered and shifted uncertainly
on the balls of her feet. She was lost, and she was cold, and she
was wet... and there was a nice girl offering her a ride.
At least, Avery hoped she was nice.
❝ Sorry, ❞ she said softly, stepping toward the car and speaking
through the window. ❝ Hitch-hiking horror stories, you know?
I really appreciate it. ❞
With only the briefest of hesitations, she pulled on the handle of the
car door and climbed inside.
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