The Reality

Ellie

“Excuse me, ma’am, are you okay? Should I call someone to come pick you up? We are about to close,” a petite, short brunette comes up to me concern written all over her face.

“It’s okay, I am on my way out,” I manage to slur the words out as I finish my last shot and pay before getting up. I am so tipsy at this point. I do not even know how many drinks I have had so far. I struggle but manage to order a cab and slightly stagger to the exit. I feel like my world just took a 360 turn and I am no longer in control of it. I wish that I just wake up from this nightmare. What the fuck just happened tonight? I am standing outside shivering from the cold and feeling so terrible when a light blue saloon car approaches me. It is not the same color as said in the app so I am hesitant to get in. The number plate is also not the same.

“Are you John Thomas from the app?” I ask when the driver rolls down his window. He is a Caucasian man with a well-trimmed beard and a fade. He looks kind and