At the End of the Sunset Breeze, You Have Freedom

On the way back to my in-laws', I picked up a rideshare fare. The address was in the same building as my mother-in-law's place. The passenger was a bright, cheerful girl. She kept running her hand over my luxury car, marveling at it. "Driving a car this expensive for rideshare? Renting a car like this must cost a fortune. Can you even make it back?" Driving was just a hobby of mine. I smiled and said nothing. For this trip back to my in-laws', I had over six hundred miles to drive alone, so I took a fare to have someone along to keep me company.