Daniel

“You coming home from work?”
“No, I was at a gym.”
“It’s too far.”
“It’s a class.”
“Everyday?”
“Three times a week.”

Toward the end of a long silent drive, in the dark, it was worth it for the Uber driver Daniel to speak normally to me from the front seat, he looking in the rear view mirror at me, even though right now my appearance is abnormal, terrible.