#114
Column B — Lyft Rides — San Diego Airport.
Salad was waiting. I could see he was watching a moving on his laptop. He got out, he was wearing house slippers. Inside the hybrid, the heat was cranked.
Me: yeah, this is a bit of a longer drive.
Him: where are you from? Are you European?
Me: Sort of.
He drove. I let the window down. It was dark but I knew the sea wasn’t far off. I could smell it. I wanted to ask about his name, but I didn’t.
Later, in the very quiet hotel, I opened the doors to the outside so I could hear the birds when I woke in the morning.