After making sure that this particular Uber driver was in fact her driver. When he confirmed that she was actually his fare, Kat finished putting her stuff away and shut the door to the backseat. “He’s a genius,” she announced in a muttered voice, just before opening the passenger door and lowering herself onto the seat. She sighed as she went through the rigamarole of shutting the door and pulling the seat belt over herself, then finally clicking it into place.<br/><br/>When she pointedly looked at him and less than politely asked him if he was planning to drive, Kat didn’t disguise the following rolling of her eyes. The annoyance on her face was probably missed, at least initially, because Diego was quick to turn his head towards traffic and pull away from the sidewalk. However, Kat’s annoyance was still palpable as she sat beside him. It was practically resonating off of her, like her recently drank cosmo.<br/><br/>Diego made some apparent small talk, mentioning that he had bottled water behind her seat and mints in the center console. She blinked slowly as she looked at him, her dramatic brows curving a little deeper. The insecurity in her, which was still bubbling from her night with Chase, was convincing her to ask if he thought her breath smelled bad. But after a moment of realization, she decided that she didn’t really care what Diego thought.<br/><br/>He set the destination that she scheduled on the GPS at his dashboard, the map zooming out slightly to show more of the streets and a new, bold, white line to light the way, as it were. She watched the map move as they continued to drive. Diego interrupted her absentmindedness by blurting out the obvious; her night must have either gone really great, or really bad. She gave him a look of disgust.<br/><br/>“Am I in the backseat making out with a hot guy, or am I in the front seat trying to avoid talking to you?” She asked him directly, though her question clearly didn’t require him to answer. “I’m not wearing heels because I had to make a quick exit and slam the door behind me. The stuff in the backseat is everything I brought over to my now ex-boyfriend’s apartment over several months of sneaking in one item at a time. And, my mascara is bleeding down my cheeks.”<br/><br/>She shook her head at him, tutting aloud. “Obviously, I’ve just had a break up.” Kat turned to regard the street again, rather than look at Diego, her driver. Taking a deep breath, she closed her heavy eyes, tempted to look at herself in the mirror, but deciding to avoid it instead. “Actually, I think we need to make a detour.” She reached over and touched his GPS, clicking  a button that allowed the map to make a stop on the way to their destination.<br/><br/>She didn’t tell him what the new location was, just pressed a few buttons quickly, plugged in an address and let the map guide them there. “You’re gonna want to turn left up here.” She pointed to the next traffic light, which was coming up fast. Kat just sat back against the passenger seat, her ankles crossing in front of her as her legs stretched out and she glanced down at her nails. “So, why exactly do you offer your fares water and mints? Are they laced with roofies so you can have your way with hot girls and drop them off before they wake up again?”