A Ride Back?

when I left the house, I realized that my car was nowhere to be found. Then I remembered that Ash brought me here last night. I went back to Ash's house and ask him if he could give me a ride.

"Back so soon?" He scoffs and lets out a chuckle.

I rolled my eyes at him. "Can you give me a ride back to the bar?" I muttered.

"Aren't it's a bit early to be drinking?" He retorted back at me while looking at the time.

"It is. But I can't get home since my car is still there," I explained to him.

"Can't you just request an Uber or something?" He raised a question.

I stare him dead in the eyes. "You brought me here so you have to send me back," I demanded.

He let out a sigh. "It's not like I wanted to bring you here," We both looked at each other. "Fine," he muttered and went inside the house to get his key.

I smiled.

A few minutes later he came out wearing a black hoodie and ripped jeans. He locked his door and walked towards me, signaling me to follow him.

I followed him to his garage and he handed me a helmet.

"Are you fucking kidding me? I'm not gonna ride on that thing," I muttered, folding my arm on my chest.

"Too bad, this 'thing' is gonna be our ride for today and if you don't want to ride it, you can walk back to the bar. If you're not lucky, you might get kidnap," he groaned.

I am terrified of riding a motorbike. I've seen many cases of people got into an accident while riding it and I'm not ready to die just yet.

"What are you waiting for? Hop on," he muttered.

At this point, I have no other choice but to get on that motorbike.

INT. The Special Bar

I closed my eyes the entire journey so let's just say I had no recollection of the street names or signs of where Ash lives in. But it's fine because I won't be going there furthermore.

It took quite some time to get to the bar from Ash's house. When we arrived, I noticed that the bar's not there. I thought maybe we're in the wrong place but my car's there. Still parked near the sidewalk. Where in the world has the bar gone to? It's like it disappeared overnight.

"Thanks. Give me your number so I can call you when I want to return the clothes," I muttered and handed him my phone.

He took it from me and dialed his number and save it under the name Asher.

"Asher?" I raised my eyebrows. "Cool name. Anyway, thanks again for the ride. I'll get going now. Goodbye," I waved and head towards my car.

"Hey, wait," he wailed and jog towards me.

"What's your name?"

"Why do you want to know?" I asked him.

"So, I can save your number on my phone. Or do you want me to save it as the drunk lady from the bar who borrowed my sister's clothes?" He retorted while giving me a playful smile.

I gasped. "You're kidding right?" I shudder my head and murmured, "It's Wallis. Rylee Wallis."

He tapped on his phone's screen, smiled, and slowly backing away from me. He hops on his motorbike and accelerates fast. His silhouette slowly fades away as he disappeared into the city.