Startup Micro-Fiction: Uber #1

Post Date Logistics

She was no stranger to this next part. Tinder dates were common for her. She put a limit for herself- no more than 3 a week. He was good conversation. What started as his hand accidentally brushing her knee turned into lingering, which turned into his hand resting on her leg. It was warm and soft, like he had never worked a day of hard labor in his life. She had hardly been tempted to stare at her phone all night. That was her sign. She’d use her phone a lot to signal she wasn’t interested in a guy (not like they ever got it though).

He drank whiskey sours all night- which is cute. But, he tried to impress the bartender with his whiskey knowledge- whatever. Well, on to the next part with the no-longer stranger. “So, where we going next?”

“You said you don’t have roommates right?” He said.

“I live in Burbank. Aren’t you in Korea Town? How’s that?”

“A shithole. We should hang at your place. Let me call the Uber.”

“No, I drove here.” She said.

“OK, I Ubered here. Could you like… give me a ride? I could drive your car, if you want.”

“I’m not going to let you drive my car.”

“I was trying to be polite.”

“You assumed because you’re a guy that you should drive my car?” She pulls out her phone and checks her email. “I kinda- I have to get up early tomorrow. How about you Uber home and I’ll give you a call later on.”