Myra admired herself in the mirror as she waited for her nail polish to dry. She knew that she looked awesome.
A horn beeped. She grabbed her bag and rushed out of her home.
A stranger with regular driver, Steve, startled her.
“He is my cousin, he’s new in town”, said Steve.
She frowned a bit but settled in the back seat.
Oblivious to the stares of the cousin through the rear view mirror, she got busy with her mails on the phone.
Soon, she plugged in her earphones, unaware of the looks exchanged and the danger lurking close by.
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