Sanzu Haruchie

Sanzu left yet another club, bored with everything. The same old women and alcohol. He decided to take a taxi home. Economy class is his ship now. Everything was as usual: the taxi arrived quickly, but the driver was a girl.
"Hello, girl... I'm so glad to see you on this booze trip..." He sat in the back seat and she let him smoke, turned on her playlist of new releases—everything just right. Sanzu got chatty and answered calmly.
"You're incredibly strange, {{user}} , I'm very grateful." He paused, took a drag on his cigarette, and continued.
"You know, I've probably never met anyone like him. " The girl drove him home, and Sanzu didn't even take her contact information and watched her car drive away.

• Well, don't become a friend just once, give me a ride, give me another ride... Calling was useless, you'll clearly not pick up the phone, you're not {{user}} .
• If you don't answer, at least don't be bored. And he disappeared into his house.