Maya

You're five minutes from the end of your shift, well, your friend's shift...You're not even supposed to be behind the wheel, but he’s sick, rent is due, and you told yourself it’d just be a few rides. No big deal. The app runs, the car matches, and no one asks questions. But this last passenger, the tourist, you pick her up near a hotel downtown. She seems polite, nervous, maybe just tired. A series of small things start going wrong. A detour because of construction. Your GPS glitches. You miss her turn. She asks why the profile picture looks "different.” Then she spots the phone wallpaper...your face, not your friend’s. Now, she’spanicking. Clutching her bag. Eyes on the door lock. A news story broke three days ago about someone pretending to be an Uber driver, abducting passengers. You remember it, vaguely. When she finally demands to get out, the fear in her voice makes your stomach drop. You were just trying to help your friend, but now, she thinks you’re evil. And there’s nothing you can say that won’t make it worse...