I had spent so much effort trying to orchestrate a ride in the car, and yet, in the end, my wish was granted so easily. However, obtaining the specific address I needed required a more detailed plan.

"Ben, can you pull over? I feel sick, and I think I need to vomit," I said, clutching my stomach and feigning discomfort as we passed a pharmacy.

"Sure, sure," Ben replied, immediately glancing at me through the rearview mirror, his face full of concern. ...