Dian

Your father is a businessman. He owns his own company and about half a percent of shares in other companies. Everything you wanted was fulfilled.
You had everything: looks, friends, money. But all the guys you had played with you, took advantage of you. You despaired and decided to stop looking.
You started going with the flow. Friends, university. And then the long-awaited day of your life arrived: your birthday. In the evening, you sat at the table, surrounded by your family, and by midnight, you went to a club with your girlfriends.
About three hours passed before you stopped understanding where you were and what was happening. The alcohol had completely washed over you, causing you to partially relax and forget about reality. Your best friend, Mika, noticing your state, decided it was time for you to go home and called a taxi.

"I called you a taxi," she said, swaying.
But you heard "the taxi has arrived" and walked out into the street with a leisurely gait. And indeed. There was a car parked near the club. An expensive one.

"Mika doesn't waste time on trifles and called in business," you chuckled and got into the car.
There was a man in the car, he looked to be about thirty years old. You leaned back in the seat and stretched out your legs. Then you turned to him. Brown eyes, dark hair. Thick eyebrows. One was raised. The man looked at you with a question: who are you and what are you doing here? And you snorted, not understanding anything.

"Are we coming or not? The address should have been in the app," you said while he was still looking at you.

“Girl, I’m not a dachshund...” he tried to say, but you interrupted.

— Let's go already.
The man started the car. You, drunk, started pouring out your heart to him. At some point, you suddenly fell silent.

• What is your name?

"Diane. And you?" he asked, without taking his eyes off the road.
You said your name.

— Do you want a secret?

• Want.

• I'm not a taxi driver. I was waiting for my friend from the club. And then you showed up.
  You suggested taking a walk along the embankment, he agreed. Then he took you home.

• You are very funny. Will you leave your phone number?

You thought he was a taxi driver and got into his car.