in love with you

It’s December 24th Christmas eve and I just arrived in the famous New York City. I’m freezing and need to get home to my family for supper, so I decide I need a cab. I stand there for a while and wait for one to pull up and roll down the window and the overweight cab driver tell me to “hop on in” but none come. Then I finally realize that I’ve seen in movies, that I need to hop around and act like a goof in order to get one over here. I start hopping around my hands are in my pockets, but the cab’s just wiz by me like I’m nothing irregular. I can’t get one so I’m just going to have to walk about two miles there. Then I hear someone whistle and a screech and I turn around and there’s a cab and a women looking at me.
“You need a ride?” asks the woman
“Yes ma’am I do” I say
I start walking over to her and the cab.
“Where are you going?” she asks me
“1107 Broadway Street” I say
I open the door and she slides in and I slide in after her. She tells the cab driver where we are going and he leaves the curb. I take my hands out of my pockets and cuff them around my mouth and blow into them. She takes a cigarette out of the box and lights it and rolls down the window.
“I don’t believe I caught your name” she tells me
“Uh Alan, Alan Harris” I say confidently
“Hmmm, I’m Katherine DeCassan” she say looking out the window
We stay silent for a good bit of time, and then I finally realized that we missed my stop.
“Excuse me, we missed my stop!” I say
“Yeah I did, I’m dropping the lady off first” he says in an ugly deep voice
“Yeah, how much longer till her stop” I say frantically
“About an hour and a half, now sit back and put your seatbelt on, before I get pulled over!” he yells, as he slams the brakes because we are at a red light.
“Wait were exactly are you going?” I ask Katherine
“To the border, I’m leaving this place.” She says
“On Christmas?” I ask, surprised
“Yeah, I’m a runner I don’t stay places long!” she tells me
I fell silent; we stay quiet for what seems like hours. Finally she speaks and we talk about our work and how much we hate them, then we talk about our childhoods. Lastly, we talk about our lives now and about why she’s a runner and why I don’t live in New York City.
“I run because there nothing waiting for me anywhere.” She says I look at her, and I realize that she has dark brown hair that’s curly all by itself and she’s got green eyes, “man I’ve never seen more pretty eyes” I tell her.
“Were here!” the cab driver yells
She gets out of the car and heads towards the back for the trunk. “Let me help you with that” I say. She gets all here stuff out and heads to the airport doors, and stops dead in her tracks and turns around and runs over to me. She jumps in my arms and we hug, the best hug I’ve ever had. “Bye” she says “Bye” I say and then we kiss. She walks away into the airport and doesn’t look back, and then she’s gone.
I never saw her again but I’ll never forget her.