London, 12:34 P.M:

Lilith stared at the busy streets in frustration. "Come on!" She whispered harshly, waving at an upcoming taxi.

The taxi whizzed right past her.

Much beyond annoyed, she dailed a number on her phone and waited for the booming voice of her assistant to crackle through.

"Hello, Lady Li--"

"Marge? I need a method of transportation now!"

"Yes, Lady Lilith."

Lilith rolled her eyes. "Don't call me that."

Before Marge could reply, she hung up.

A/N: Okay, so I kind of have no whatsoever idea on how to write a short story, so cut me some slack! This story will probably have a bunch of updates, so I hope you likey!