Your cab was out the front of 312 North Spring Street, and you were sitting in the driver's seat, waiting idly for a passenger, aimlessly tapping your fingers against the dashboard. Finally, a man in a gray suit and tie, with a white button up and gray hair approached your window, leaning down.

"Hey. You available?" He asked, running his tongue over his teeth. "Yeah, I am." You nod. "Where to?" You ask as he hops in. "1039 South Union Street." The man says, looking out the window.