"East is great. But how will I know if I'm the last ride of the night? I might be long gone by the time you get your next passenger," she said, settling comfortably back on the leather seats and enjoying the sensation of her fingers thawing.<br/><br/>She wondered what would happen if she refused to get off the taxi. She glanced at the driver, wondering if he could, or would, be the sort to resort to physical violence.<br/><br/>Theoretically, if she refused to get off the taxi, even as her fare increased, she wouldn't actually have to pay anything. Until she finally<em>did</em>decide to get off. It was a ridiculous notion--of course she'd have to get off someday--but the thought amused her, and she stifled a giggle.