“Come on, come on,” I muttered to myself while the cab driver began to pick up speed again. His gaze flitted to the rearview mirror and he chuckled slightly at my jittery movements. “In a hurry?” he asked, rather amused. I turned my head to him, eyes pleading, and said, “Yes, I am desperate. So if you could just…”
He laughed again and in response pressed his foot on the pedal harder and I began to breathe a little easier as the cab finally passed a few other cars. The tiny roadways were choked with vehicles of all kinds and while I normally wouldn’t mind a bit of traffic, today I simply could not stand it.
“Ever been to a match before?” he questioned, and I checked my watch before replying, “Nope, this is my first time to London.”
“Are you a fan?” he asked, and I nodded. He nodded back and said, “I can tell. You’re from America, aren’t you?”
I smiled sheepishly; I knew it was obvious. “Yes, from Texas. I just got here and I’ve been dying to come to a game my whole life.”
“I’m assuming you’ll be supporting the US?”
I laughed, “Of course! I grew up watching them play and now I get to see them play their rivals in the largest European stadium! I’m so excited!”
“Well, miss, I hope you have fun!” he said as he pulled the cab over, coming to a halt and turning around to face me with a kind smile.
“Thank you so much,” I exclaimed, handing him the fare and stepping out, making sure to grab my drawstring that held my phone, wallet, camera, and tickets. As the cab drove off again I stopped and stared up at Wembley Stadium in awe. It stood enormously and I quivered in anticipation.

Notes

Sorry this first chapter is so short..next one will be longer. I just wanted to put it out there. Let me know if it's any good!