He was too handsome to be a cab driver. I guessed he was Ethiopian. When I asked, he confirmed my suspicion with a broad smile that made his delicate features dance. Damn it! I was tipsy, but still. He was making me visualize daring sexual acts in quick succession.
His melodious accent floated through the warm air flooding into the cab as he probed me about my night out. I made it seem a lot more exciting than it really was. He jokingly admitted that he could tell, “I was trouble.”
I playfully admitted I was as we arrived at my apartment.