She had met this taximan on a rainy Saturday evening. He had valiantly stopped, offering her a free ride which would quickly take her to a concert which was taking place in a place a little outside the city.  As soon as she entered the car, she was entitled to presentations. A little more and it felt like a Tdex conference.

- So I'm Fred, I drive a taxi but don't be fooled, I'm also a therapist, sophrologist, hypnotist and a healer, also able to communicate with animals... You know, I have a quite developed intuition and I feel like you are a little suspicious of others... 

- Yeah, well, like everyone else, I guess... No more than the others. 

After giving her a long speech on the destiny and the force of their meeting in this sophisticated automobile, he took her in his arms solemnly.

- Looking forward to seeing you again, my dear Alice, you are a very beautiful soul. He declared to her, eye to eye. I really regret not being able to attend this event with you...

He was a man in his forties. His head was completely shaved and his features were regular. A handsome man, one could say he fits well into the prevailing standards of beauty. He had laughing eyes and a cheerful face, but there was a catch. His gaze seemed empty and his gestures gave the sensation of calibrated gestures, as if they had been somehow calculated, thought out in advance. Needless to say, there was nothing natural about them, any more than his elevator voice. They stayed for about a quarter of an hour chatting about everything and nothing in the parking lot. And as she left him, with a polite smile on her lips, she clearly wondered if she was dealing with a man or an automaton.

A little later in the evening, she received an arm-length text message describing all the magic of their deep discussion that had been all about about him and quickly asking to tell him in every detail about the concert in question. He also said : “Next time we’ll go to the theater, I love it, you know.”

“We”? Pardon ? Who was he, this stranger, to say “we”, including her in an activity without even knowing her tastes ? After hesitating for a few moments, having a vaguely guilty conscience, she blocked the number. This guy was still a little creepy...

Very scary in fact, since she realized after ending this beginning of the conversation that she had never given her number to this Fred... She suddenly turned pale, swearing to herself not to answer again to a call from an unknown number before long. But how was he able to get her number ? This was technically impossible. Yet what could she do in addition, anyway, except praying that he hadn't valiantly returned to the parking lot to take her home ?

Fortunately, he didn't. Eight months passed. She must go to Poland via Blagnac airport. It's already 4 AM and her flight is in 2 hours. She thought of getting there on foot, in the absence of transport, after all a short walk of an hour couldn't do any harm to her fat, given the price of the Uber rides. But on the way, she realizes that she has forgotten her toiletry bag, and that even if she is not the most stylish girl on the planet, it promised to be difficult to cope without it... So she gotta go back to the apartment, which she does to collect it... Before ordering an Uber so to be at the airport before the gates to close.

The taxi driver looks very jovial. He opens the door for her before rushing to make a little chat. Where is she going ? Is the residence quiet and pleasant ? It's past 4:30 AM and in the darkness, she doesn't recognize his face, and telling the truth, doesn't really try to recognize it either. All she's looking for is not to miss her plane. She still finds him very attentive, even too attentive, almost clingy... After 5 minutes of ride, one can tell that it makes him itch and he restarts the conversation :

- So I'm Fred, I drive a taxi but don't be fooled, I'm also a therapist, sophrologist, hypnotist and a healer... You know, I have a quite developed intuition and I feel like you are a little suspicious of others...