As the passenger gathered his things, thanked Ricardo, and disappeared across the parking lot, something prevented him from leaving right away. It was an odd chill that he simply could not describe. At first he just chalked it up to his passenger giving him an odd feeling, which he had. The guy was really, really weird. He hoped he wasn’t going to be the one to bring him back home, whenever he was finished with whatever he was doing, wherever he was going… Sometimes being in the same car with someone for even a few seconds was uncomfortable.<br/><br/>But then, he saw something… or rather, someone, heading into the station. He recognized her immediately as someone he has been in a rough relationship with. On and off, on and off… The last they spoke they smoothed out a lot of their rough edges. However, she seemed very unsure in spite of saying that she would stay with him.<br/><br/>Ricardo parked his car in the nearest empty space and followed her into the station, practically forcing his way through the small crowd waiting for their train. Anger boiled in his throat he hadn’t felt in a long time. His breathing was heavy and uneven, his hands trembled. He nearly tripped over someone’s suitcase as he picked up his pace. She hasn’t noticed anything amiss so far, which was good. He was catching up to her quickly.<br/><br/>He couldn’t believe this, he thought to himself, she told him she wasn’t going to leave. As he got closer to her, he tried his best to push his anger away but to no avail. There wasn’t much he could do once his emotions got the best of him. It was one of his downfalls, and one of the reasons he and Elle were in the situation they found themselves in now. No matter what he tried he just could not control. Not even therapy seemed to help, the few times he broke down and went.<br/><br/>Commitment wasn’t his strong suit either.<br/><br/>“Elle?” he called out, placing a hand on her shoulder.<br/><br/>When Elle turned around, however… she was not Elle. The stranger looked him in the eye with a shocked and confused expression that quickly turned to annoyance, “I think you have the wrong girl, buddy.” Everything about her sharp gaze screamed ‘fuck off’. When he didn’t move, she took a step away from him and gave an exasperated sigh, “Well, spit it out. Is there something I can help you with?”<br/><br/>All Ricardo could do was stand there staring at her. His mouth opened to speak, but the apology wouldn’t come out. He let out a slow breath, running his had over his face. Once he collected himself enough he turned and walked away without another word. She looked nothing like Elle so why did he see her just then? Something was not adding up, he wanted to vomit. Maybe he needed to get more sleep? Maybe he should just call it quits as an Uber driver? Yeah, that’s it… he should just quit driving around.<br/><br/>Ricardo found the closest, unoccupied bench and sat down.