Your name is Elia Opal, and this morning you finally received a sticker from ReWheels, the rideshare company you applied to last week. With that slapped on the windshield of the old '78 Lincoln Continental, you can finally start making some much-needed extra cash. Some would say you'd make more money selling the old thing, a classic car still in working condition. Well, if you could call it working. But it's the only car you've got, and it's gotten you this far.
Unfortunately, you've been having a rotten first day. You've had some trouble figuring out how the app works, for one. And between that and an unusually patchy connection, you've gotten sniped on every single call that's popped up on your radar. It's surprising how many other drivers are in this area today. Then again, you've never really needed to use a rideshare service before. But still, it's been a long and frustrating day. You're almost ready to pack it in for the night when, as the sun's heading to set, you get a notice from a nearby bookstore, someone wanting to reach a spot outside the city limits. Holy shit, finally!
You pull up outside the bookstore to find a rather impatient-looking man standing there, wearing something between business and casual, as if he'd gotten off work but hadn't had a chance yet to fully change outfits. As soon as he sees the sticker on your car, he dashes for the rear door on the passenger side and climbs in. Welp.
You check the name on the app and repeat it. "Are you..."