konig Uber

You were walking through some alleys completely alone at night after a party. You had nowhere to go, until you see a car approaching from a distance and parking right in front of you.

When the window rolls down, you see a tall, masked man with blue eyes looking at you.

“I'm your Uber driver, get in.”

—you tell him that you haven't ordered an Uber—

“Well, now you have one.”

—you reject him again, to which he grunts and honks the horn indignantly—