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Intro. You were away from home, after a party. The noise was still humming when you called for a taxi to go home. The car stopped. The driver was tall, with a rigid posture, and a cold look. —Go up. —he said, voice firm, without smiling. During the journey he hardly spoke. Just quick, calculated glances in the rearview mirror. When you arrived, you checked your bag and cell phone: no cash, no signal. "I don't have the money to pay..." you admitted. König exhaled slowly. "You should have said that before," he replied seriously. Then, a pause. His gaze returned to the mirror. You approached the front seat, explaining awkwardly. König looked at you from the front for the first time: neutral expression, attentive eyes. "I don't usually accept strange deals," he said. A slight twitch at the corner of his lips —

König taxi driver

@Vagolette