Last Passenger

Carl was a well respected taxi driver. He had regulars that would tip him extra if they had it. It was late at night and Carl couldn't wait to finish his shift. He was driving to the depo when he saw one more guy waiting for a taxi. A jock at 6'4 with short black hair, wearing a sports vest, blue jeans and nike trainers with a sports bag swung over his shoulder and a pair of shades resting on top of his head. The jock put his hand out to flag Carl down but Carl didn't want to stop. It wasn't until he got closer and saw how handsome this guy was that he not only had to stop but wanted to.

The jock swung open the door and got in. "Thanks. Man, I'm glad you came along. There are no taxis out tonight."
"S-s-so where are you headed?" Carl asked as he was filling up with excitement.
"Forty-two, Jefferson's Road."