Lexie knew she was late.
She was too late, and there was nothing she could do now, as she rushed down the terminal with her box in tow, running outside to look for a taxi. For some reason, get flight had gotten delayed by thirty whole minutes. That was enough to walk up and down the aisle.
“Taxi!” She waved at a taxi driver that was just pulling away after dropping off someone at the airport, and practically dove into the vehicle when the man stopped. “I’m sorry for jumping in like that, I’m in a hurry.” She told the taxi driver, managing an apologetic smile. If the man was annoyed, he certainly had a way of hiding it because the response she got was a hum, e fire he gazed at her through the rear view mirror. “I think that was obvious the moment you jumped like that into the cab.” He say
