The loud engines of airplanes ran in the background as a young man arrived with a single bag of luggage. His expressive green eyes shone differently as he fiddled with his phone to dial a number. He waited for a few seconds before he smiled and started walking to the bay where the man should be waiting.
"Uncle, I'm already here at the airport. Are you waiting…? Ah, you can't go? Okay, I'll just get a taxicab." After a few more seconds and hanging up, the young man sighed and looked around. "The taxi bay should be this way."
Shortly after falling in line, he got on a cab and politely requested to be taken to somewhere in Back Bay. However, the cabbie seemed to be eyeing the young man differently. Even if he was not wearing any jewelry, the designer clothes he had on and that ten-thousand-dollar aviators on his face screamed of his status. Such a very rich client.
