The driver saw a red light was coming up, so he pulled against the curb, saying just two blocks up, leaning across Doe to point out the passenger side window, was the subway, and that’d take her anywhere in the city she wanted to go.
“You do have somewhere to be, right?” he asked.
“Sure do,” she said, smiling and sliding out of the car. “Thanks.”
He stopped from saying anything and waved her good night. Forty minutes later, she was transferring from the subway to the bus that took her just outside of town, so she could try again.