Hail a taxi!

A yellow checkered cab zips through traffic and arrives a few feet away from her. The young woman was quick to wave it down before entering it. She put her things in the trunk before entering the backseat and casually put on her seat-belt. The interior of the taxi smelled faintly of **** but it was relatively clean. A hard see-through plastic divider separated her from the driver; a large bulky looking man who kept mostly quiet. She leaned in to the small hole in the divider to speak.

"Airport please! Thanks!"

"Okay, airport", replied the driver. With that, the cab sped off.

"Going on vacation?", he asked.

"Oh, no. I'm off to work. I have a photo-shoot in Chicago."

"Model?", he asked with some interest.

"Oh! No. Thanks, but no. I'm a photographer."

"Ah, okay".

The conversation was short and casual as the cab sped off. It took a route she was unfamiliar with. It was a longer route to the airport but the driver assured her, this was the best way to avoid all the traffic. She leaned back into her seat and closed her eyes for a bit, trying to relax before arriving to her destination.