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2nd place driver

As curious as it seemed, I walked with her towards the exact same place I was staring out of the window over a week ago. Her left wrist leaned on my right arm, which I held closely in my pocket, with my hand clutching the tickets. I tried to keep up with her. I think this was something left from my youth, when I marched down the streets. It's weird to walk like this, and moreover, it must've looked silly; me taking small, fast steps. It was obvious she was eager to get there. Everytime I turned my head to the right to take a look at her outline against the luminescant buildings, her stare was straight down the street. Her eyes were filled with a disturbing anxiety and I could feel it in the way she slightly pulled my arm, that she thought I was stalling. As we slid the tickets into the aluminum acceptor on the wall, a black door opened, allowing us to enter a small corridor leading only to white marble stairs. Nothing had changed, not even the look on the undead bartender's face. "Who was the old fart you were having dinner with", I asked boldly. "A regular", she replied without looking me in the eyes. "...just some man with too much time and too much money. He can afford it." I couldn't care about that actually. I found her life rather fascinating, yet repulsive. But in a way I tried my best to impress her and I knew it was only because she acted so incredibly distant. That's the main difference between her and some of the women I've been with in the past; The blindfolded dedication makes me loose my interest. In this particular case I'm obliging myself to interact.
I could see it in her eyes she was only distantly interested in keeping the conversation going with me, for her attention was greatly attracted towards the windows. If she only would have had pointy ears, that would have made the picture complete. Every movement, every little sound, every little indication of anything going on besides the two of us was attended carefully.

Every morning it was getting harder to motivate myself. Every drive it was getting harder to stay focussed. Every day I had to keep my mind on the money I owed. But even that didn't make the job worth while. I always thought I could wring myself through the tight corners of society in order to only keep doing the things I liked.