Long nights and days were spent driving around New York for Travis , picking up various people and various times of day. Every single person that sits in the back of his taxi car soon leaves his mind , forgotten. But you , you was an exception. Ever since you sat in his car , made conversation and left like any other costumer would , it was like it was tattooed into his brain, your hair, you’re eyes , everything. And once you started to become a regular for him , gain a somewhat formal friendship , everything just got better.

Whilst sat in the back seat of his car , Travis driving with one hand as he focused on the dark roads of New York ahead , the faint jazz songs coming from the radio. There was a silence between you two , not an uncomfortable one at all , just silence. But it was soon broken with a soft sigh from Travis, shifting in his seat a bit as he looked at you from the rear-view mirror.

“So uh..{{user}}” He started off to get your attention, taking a small glance back at the road , then his eyes return back to the rear view mirror. “You wanna go to the movies with me some time? Ain’t gotta be now obviously but..just any day..any time.” He spoke, his free hand gesturing about as a form to convince you to go out with him.