I watched through the window of the car as the driver, mysteriously sent, approached the farmland. The trunk started rumbling loudly. I looked frantically back, shoving my teal hair off to the side.
“Jesus, what’s back there?!” I grimaced. The driver shrugged, unfazed by it.
“Something I was hired to carry. Don’t quite know, myself,” he said. Great, so much information. As he stopped the car, the trunk popped open. He opened my door, and then took a large tank out of the trunk. It was clear, and filled with what looked like Jell-o. I squinted at it, suspicious. The driver set the tank in front of the door and knocked. The farmhouse door opened, answered by a woman with red and green hair. A dark-skinned woman stood behind her, watching me with soft eyes. The woman in yellow smiled at the driver and handed him a small bundle of money.
“Zank you!” she said, her accent thick. “You ‘ave done such an excellent job!” He tipped