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So I'm doing something different with this- I'm doing short chapters but updating DAILY. This story has been posted on in case anyone recognises it and I've changed it to Troyella for this forum.

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"Where to?"

His lips curled up into a smile, but only his startling blue eyes were visible in the rear-view mirror.

He flicked a look over his customer, a petite Filipino girl who had just bundled into his cab, her shapely legs crossing demurely.

"Fourth on main, please." She instructed, brushing her long, dark straight hair back from her face and revealing her striking face. High cheeks, huge, chocolate eyes with big black lashes and bowed, lush lips.

He smirked and twisted in his seat, perching his elbow on the passenger seat.

"Are you kidding, sweetheart?" He asked.

She pressed her lips together and revealed her dimple. "Do I look like I'm kidding?"

He lifted his brows and ran his thumb over his forehead. His short, brown hair was longer on the fringe and messily spiked upward, styled only by his fingers.

"You do know it's hell down there?" He enquired, his keen blue eyes rolling down her figure and making her blush.

"You can drop me on third." She offered.

He shrugged and put the car into drive and indicated out into the traffic.

"So…you off to work?" He asked as he queued at a traffic light, looking in his rear mirror to find her twiddling her hair round her finger and staring out of the window. He expected to see her working off a blackberry like the other office jobbers he picked up in his cab.

"Yup." She agreed succinctly, lifting her gaze to meet his in the mirror, the blueness of his eyes penetrating hers.

"You sound real happy." He mused, running a toothpick into his mouth.

"Well I don't expect your life ambition was to drive a taxi." She remarked.

He grinned, his smile flashing in the small reflection they were using to communicate.

"It wouldn't break your face to smile." He said instead, silently appreciating her sass.

Her cold stare told him to shush so he focused back on the road until the next pause in traffic.

"Do you take bookings?" She asked.

He shrugged again. "Sure."

"Can you pick me up at seven?" She wondered.

"Sure thing." He nodded.

"Can you come to the foyer of Lautner & George?" She wondered.

That caught his intrigue. "Are you being stalked?" He wondered amusedly.

Her dark eyes shot up at his deduction.

"Not exactly." She replied. "Can you do it or not?" She added more impatiently.

"Sure, seeing as you asked so nicely…" He muttered, tonguing the wooden pick from one side of his mouth to the other.

"I'm sorry." She offered sheepishly. "I didn't mean to sound rude."

"I'm used to it." He mused drily, excusing her previous tone.

"You shouldn't be." She commented quietly.

He flicked her another look. "Comes with the territory."

"You're still a person." She argued.

And then he realised how much he judged his own clients. The suits. The drunks. The shoppers.

But his favourite part of the job was talking to them finding differences or similarities.

"So are you," he smiled, an amused grin playing on his lips.

"Cute." She arched her brow.

"Okay here we are…" He swung across the road onto third, sighing at the traffic blocking fourth avenue. "Sorry you had to walk, that's ten dollars…" He quoted.

"There you go…" She tipped him and got out. "See you at seven!" She called.

"Wait, what's your…" He called in return, and then sighed as the door slammed shut. "…Name?" He murmured to himself.