Where do you post videos?

"What do you mean?"

She got confused and couldn't figure, head or tail.

"You see, I'm doing vlog and giving free rides to all. So you don't need to pay."

He tried to become as clear as possible and stress about it.

"Vlog?... Oh! Where do you post videos?"

She got surprised and curious too.

"YouTube. It's a new channel."

"YouTube? What's your channel name?"

"JYT69"

"JYT69? I'll check it out."

She said, while still taking out money to give it to him.

"Thank you. Let's meet again, ok?"

He was grateful about it and tried to move away from there.

"Could you please take the money. Just give free ride to the next person, please."

She doesn't want to appear greedy and tried to pay anyhow.

"No, need. I'm doing an online ride for a whole month totally free, so don't worry about it."

He clearly express his intention.

"For whole month! Are you for real?... I think I should call you again when returning. Haha..."

She was dumbfounded for a bit and try to joke.

"Haha... sure. Call me at my number, which I dialled you before."

He didn't refuse, even though he knew she was joking.

"Haha... ok. You have to come for me wherever you are, ok?"

She became a little serious about it.

"Alright. I'll try my best. Just save my number as John. Bye."

He nodded and started to move away while waving at her sweetly.

"Ok. Bye."

She also waved him back and saw him going away from the place.

As his first online ride came to a close, he found himself riding around the city aimlessly, without any specific destination in mind. Although he had come to this place for a particular task, his curiosity led him to explore the surroundings while he waited for the next ride request. The city's size was imposing, but it was equally chaotic in certain areas, offering a mix of both charm and disarray. Some neighbourhoods boasted gleaming buildings, modern designs, and neatly paved roads, while others were marked by dust, debris, and rundown structures. The contrast between well-maintained areas and those falling into disrepair was striking, and it gave him a sense of the city's diverse character. From beautiful, ornate homes to rusted, decaying houses, the streets were also filled with a variety of businesses, each contributing to the hustle and bustle.

As he cruised around, it didn't take long before his phone chimed with another ride request. This time, he quickly pinpointed the pickup location and called the passenger to confirm as he made his way there. His second passenger was a woman in her forties who appeared to be a government office worker, judging by her professional attire and demeanour. She didn't seem inclined to talk much, so he respected her silence, exchanging only a few words as they drove through the city streets. The ride was quiet and uneventful, with both of them observing the passing scenery in comfortable silence. After fifteen minutes, they reached her destination, and as she prepared to pay, he surprised her by saying it was a free ride. She stood in quiet disbelief as he drove away, watching until he vanished down the road, her eyes following him long after he disappeared from sight.

His day unfolded in a similar pattern, meeting a variety of passengers from all walks of life. From young students to elderly passengers, short rides across town to longer trips, he offered free rides to everyone. Along with the ride, he handed out small tokens of kindness, chocolate bars, candies, and bottles of water. Each interaction, brief as it was, brought a new perspective on the city and its people. As he rode through both familiar and unfamiliar neighbourhoods, he gained a deeper sense of the city's layout and its heartbeat. Despite being in the city for hours, his rides were leisurely, and he often took breaks to grab food from local spots, allowing him to indulge in the city's flavours while continuing his exploration.

He wasn't in a rush, and although many hours had passed since he arrived, he still hadn't booked a hotel or a place to stay. But that was all part of his plan. Rather than stopping for the night, he had set his mind on riding continuously for 24 hours straight. The idea of driving through the night, experiencing the city's transformation from day to dusk, and eventually into the quiet stillness of the early morning, intrigued him. Fatigue didn't worry him—he was prepared for it. He wasn't like most people; there was something different about him. Whether it was his stamina, his mindset, or a deep sense of purpose, he knew he could keep going without fear of being too tired to continue.

As the hours passed and the city shifted around him, he found a sense of freedom in the continuous movement, in the act of riding without needing a final destination. The city had become his temporary home, its streets his endless playground. Every passenger, every road, every turn gave him a new piece of the puzzle that was this city.