Ashley was doing what she did most mornings, sitting at a red light, waiting for it to turn red. She only had Sundays off and worked during both the most traffic heavy times of the day, 7 in the morning and 5 in the afternoon. She didn't mind too much though. Right now she had no fares, but that would probably change soon. Well, Ashley hoped soon. Nothing was worse than losing money because you didn't have enough customers. Still, mindless driving wasn't too bad, she didn't have to worry about giving people a tour of the town, nor shady passengers who looked about 10 minutes away from trying to rob her, nor drunks making a mess of her car. Cleaning the back of a car back to near-pristine condition after some half-awake guy pisses himself takes a lot of work.

Back when Ashley first took the job of a taxi driver she thought it would be pretty simple, but it turns out that the job is pretty complex when you get down to it. Finding the fastest route to any given destination, trying to cut down on how much waiting a customer has to do. On one hand, waiting at lights made her more money,but if the customer got impatient and gets out early, well that's a lot less than she could have made. Idly, Ashley looks at her left arm. There was a bandage covering it as usual, but she vaguely remembered that the date underneath was soonish. Maybe. Still, she couldn't read the name or tell what language it was, so it mattered little anyways. Oh hey, the light's green.