Pick Kaila (THE END)

I got off the plane in New York. Damn, I hate New York... The entire fucking flight I'd had this asshole trying to explain why I shouldn't be scared of flying, that the virus won't kill anybody, when I hadn't said a fucking word to the guy. His whole thing about leaving my shoes off after I got wherever I was going was just ridiculous. I already had taken off my shoes at least three fucking times to get through security, so walking around and making fists with my toes wasn't gonna do shit. But I didn't say anything, just smiled and nodded. What an asshole.

Course he gave me shit for the Big Bear. But if I was going to see our kids, I was going to at least bring SOMETHING. I liked it, and thought it was appropriate. Went well with the old leather jacket after all. Made me look the part of the doting father, which I was... back home.

A guy jostled past me to kiss a girl waiting for him at the end of the runway. Must really love him, most gals won't wait an hour to get through security just to pick up their husband. Well, maybe she did.

I looked around the waiting area, noting a kid in a chauffeur's uniform drumming on a little sign. The sign had the company that Kaila was working for, "Alexandros Industries" and my name written on it in a rather broad script. The kid wasn't paying attention to anyone, just drumming on his sign, and randomly looking around.

"I'm Brent..." I told the kid, waiting patiently.

"Oh Hey, Ingeo, I'm your limo driver... uh... nice bear!"

He turned and began walking, forcing me to carry both my bag and the damn bear. Yeah, fucking New York. Typical.

"Ingeo. Don't you take this stuff?" I called after him, trying to keep up. Jerk was going way too fast. He abruptly stopped and looked at me with an extremely nervous expression.

"Do I? I'm sorry. You're gonna have to help me, man. This is my first time driving a limo."

I snorted, realizing that the kid actually was a lot more nervous than I expected. Did this kid actually think I could get him fired or something?

"That's okay. This is my first time riding in one." I grinned, letting him take my bag and take me to the limo. It was actually parked out front, very nicely, which was a surprise to me, but then the traffic was so low these days, I guess anybody flying was treated like royalty. The last thing I wanted to do was to be treated like that, so I just got in the front seat, and let Ingeo drive.

"Just kick back and relax, man. We got everything you need: MP3, Two-Way, Wifi, Netflix, Pornhub, full bar."

He glanced into the back seat, which was occupied by the bear.

"If your friend is hot to trot... I know a couple of mama bears... Or is he married? And does it matter?"

I smirked at the offer. Nervous, but the little shit was trying to work a deal. No thanks.

"He's Married. And it Matters."

I shifted and kicked a small bag from under my feet, trying not to think about the scent that emanated from it as I did so.

"The girl was off today. Hey, I didn't expect you to sit up front. So, your old lady live out here?"

I nodded, trying not to look at the various lovely New Yorkers. I understood that they took that as a challenge.

"The past six months."

"Meanwhile, you still live in California?"

"You're nosey, you know that, Ingeo?"

Ingeo looked at me with disdain

"Oh excuse ME! When I was an Uber Driver, see, people expected a little chit chat, a little eccentricity and comaraderie, they expect you to be a human being. I forgot how stuck up you limo guys were."

I groaned. This guy wasn't going to give up until he heard the whole story, was he?

"It's okay, it's okay."

"So, you divorced or what?" He snapped back.

"She had a good job, it turned into a great career." I replied. I had hated it, but it had meant a lot to us. I had trusted her. I guess now It was time to see if it had been worth it.

"But meant her moving here."

"Closer to Greece. You're fast."

"So, why didn't you come?"

"'Cause I'm a California Dad who used to be a California kid, and I got six California children I'm still trying to corral. I don't get to just get up and move."

"You mean you thought she wouldn't make it out here and she'd come crawling on back, so why bother to pack?"

"Uh... NO. Dude... don't be a dick."

"Mind if I play some tunes? YEAAAAH That'll Work."

"Haven't you got any Christmas music?"

"That is Christmas music."

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