I think I was staring at him for a while, because I hear a subway train coming my way. Its ear-splitting sounds snap me out of my trance. What time is it? I look down at my dirty blue digital watch. 7:14. Great, just great. I still need to get to the apartment to rent it, and the guy I talked on the phone with, before I left for New York, said that he’d only let me rent it at 7:00 am to 9:00 pm. Well, I’ve still got time, but I should start hurrying up.
I need to catch a taxi to get to the apartment building. I'm not very knowledgeable about New York; I just saw movies filmed here. I spot the lights of a taxi and wave my hand enough for them to see me, my other hand on the backpack strap. This is what people do in New York, isn't it?
The taxi comes up to the side of the trashed street, and when it stops, I clamber in. I close the door behind me and gently place my backpack on the other seat.
“Where to, lady?” asks the taxi driver pleasantly. I tell him the address I was told and I'm on my way. I keep glancing at my watch, which keeps ticking up sluggishly towards to eight, but still getting there. I know I have plenty of time, yet my pestering habit tells me otherwise.
“You new, lady?” he inquires.
“Yes, why do you ask?”
He laughs, “Because I can tell you aren’t used to this place.”
"Well...is that good or bad?" I wonder hesitantly.
"...depends on how you look at it, I guess," he replies.