<div style="text-align: center"><span style="font-size: 18px"><b><u>Anna</u></b></span>​</div>As she furiously chewed her nails and was lost in the rabbit hole of her thoughts, a large, lumbering man...no...<i>officer</i>came towards her, disrupting her anxious antics.<br/><br/><i>“The capital building is ten minutes from here, But if you can get me there in five I’ll double the pay,”</i>....<i>“Do we have a deal? "</i><br/><br/>She smiled brightly at him, maybe a bit more than she usually would, seeing his badge and knowing his occupation. Anna never really did anything wrong, had no criminal history nor partook in any criminal activity. But with this man here, coming at her quickly, and expecting her to get him to the government building in half the time? She was a bit nervous to say the least. However, Anna smiled through most situations, and gave a curt nod without saying a word and hopping on to her bike. As she straddled the seat, using her legs to balance herself on either side of the bike, she turns back to him realizing he hadn't got in the carriage yet.<br/><br/>"You just gonna stand there looking pretty?" she yelled over her shoulder.<br/><br/>Once the man lumbered into her carriage, before his foot was entirely in and the carriage door shut, Anna took off. Her legs pumped furiously but methodically as she adjusted the gears to optimize her efforts. Money was usually a good motivator in these parts, especially for Anna while taking care of her parents. Her thighs burned, she was definitely getting a workout today and was already envisioning herself soaking in a bath later tonight. Until then she felt the beads of sweat race down her temples, even dripping over her brow. Then, before she knew it, Anna looked up and saw she was just outside the government building and<i>skerrrrt</i>'ed to a stop.<br/><br/>Putting one foot down on each side of her she gave herself a moment to breathe, then hopped off and lightly jogged to the back of the carriage to retrieve the wooden board tucked underneath. She put it down just outside the carriage doors, then swung them open in a grandiose manner while sweeping her arms outwards with a bow.<br/><br/>"We have arrived to your destination, sir. And by the looks of my meter," she glanced to her bike where sat a meter that kept track of the time and distance travelled," we got here in 4 minutes, 58 seconds." Anna turned back to him, flush in the face, hair pasted to her temples from a mixture of sweat and now rain, but her smile remained genuine. Sometimes, and it wasn't often, Anna even impressed herself.