Midnight Chase: A Lesson in Trust and Misunderstanding

I was alone in a taxi at 3 a.m. The driver kept silently making eye contact. When I arrived, I rushed out and into my building, climbing to my 8th-floor flat. Then, I heard footsteps behind me—it was the driver.

Panicked, I started sprinting up the stairs, but he got closer. I turn, and to my horror, he smiles, a big wide smile. I get even more freaked out, but then I notice something sparkly in his hand. It was my diamond bracelet.

The driver politely handed it to me, gesturing that he couldn’t speak. He then waved and left the building. I was mortified. Apparently, as I rushed out of the car, my bracelet fell, and the poor guy was running behind me to return it. After this, I learned never to judge people so quickly.