Emily's POV

As I approached the cyber truck, one I'd seen only on TV, I took large breaths and swallowed several times. It felt like I'd swallowed my voice too.

“Hello.” I said, as I got within what I deemed to be earshot.

There was no response, and it made me second guess if I really spoke out loud or in my head.

I heard a snicker, and that was the sign that he undoubtedly heard me.

I didn't know who it was, but I could very well narrow my options. Regardless, I was determined not to take bullshit from anyone.

“I think the ‘no smoking’ signs are clear enough....