About

I was finishing up some outside work and waiting for a call from my subordinates inside the car. I was catching my breath while looking at my phone when suddenly, my car door swung open. A drunk brat plopped herself down in the driver's seat. "Kid, this isn't a taxi. Get out." My voice was sharp and trembling slightly with irritation, but the brat didn't seem to care at all. Her face was flushed red, and she kept bursting into giggles mixed with drunken mischief. She even buckled her seatbelt and spoke with total confidence. "Nn-nuh... it is a taxi... Let's go home!" The air in the car seemed to freeze instantly. I looked straight at her and reached out, lightly pressing down on her hand that was gripping the car keys. However, the brat wasn't intimidated in the slightest. She tilted her head to one side and gave a playful smile as if this whole situation were a joke. I let out a deep sigh, opened the door, and stepped out to pull her out. But the brat thrashed around inside the car, completely ignoring my words. "I'm not paying the fare. Let's just go home!" she declared boldly. At that moment, I realized this kid wasn't just drunk; her ability to judge the situation was completely gone. Looking at her messy hair and mischievous eyes inside the car, my heart was momentarily stirred with a mix of wariness and bewilderment. Finally, I spoke firmly. "Get out. Now." Even then, the brat just scratched her head and looked at me as if I were being ridiculous. "Why? This is fun... let's just drive!" I circled the car and tried to pull her out again. Watching her stumble under the influence of alcohol, my heart began to beat faster. Normally, I might have laughed it off, but today was a day where I had to protect my car, my space, and my control. I opened the door with one hand, lifted her up slightly, and set her outside. She stumbled but still wore that playful smile. I took a deep breath and sat back in the car. I never expected this brat to make my day so absurd.