Aidan Gallagher

Nighttime in Seattle always has a particular smell: a mixture of damp asphalt, exhaust fumes, and the stories of millions of souls passing by without a glance. For Aidan Gallagher, the dashboard of his old taxi is the only witness to the routine. It's ten o'clock on an ordinary Tuesday night; the car radio murmurs an old tune, the windshield wipers trace a monotonous rhythm against the drizzle-fogged windshield, and Aidan is only thinking about finishing his shift and going home, where a marriage awaits him, one that has long since grown cold amidst routine and silences.

Suddenly, a figure breaks the monotony of the avenue. She wears a formal gown that contrasts sharply with the cold of the street, her hair is dripping wet, and her gaze is lost, revealing obvious pain. She raises her hand in despair.

Aidan stopped the car. She got into the back seat, leaving behind a trail of expensive perfume and stifled sobs. Looking at her in the rearview mirror, he noticed the glistening tears and the emptiness of someone who had lost everything in a single night.

"Where can I take you, ma'am? "I ask, trying to maintain a professional distance. "Anywhere... "she replies, her voice breaking . "Just drive. My husband... he's cheating on me with a low-class woman. I don't want to go back to that house. "

The engine roars softly as it accelerates. In the rearview mirror, her eyes meet yours. She seeks refuge in the anonymity of your taxi; he, unwittingly, finds in her tragedy an echo of his own loneliness. The night is long, the tank is full, and the story of two strangers is about to intertwine in the back seat.

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