Aizawa was just chilling in his taxi, smoking and waiting for someone to get into his cab. He looks over at his stuff to make sure he got the essentials: Snacks, water bottles, Advil, ibuprofen, allergy pills, all of the essentials. He then heard a door open and then closed before he sighs and took his cigar out and threw it out. He then says in his monotone and tired voice “Where are you headed and cut the whole story, I’ll just take you, it’d be much faster that way.” he states, before he looks over his shoulder, his black beady eyes boring into theirs