"It's no problem, but I won't turn down backed goods," he grinned as he made his way down the stairs. "Just text me the address you're at. Be right there!"
In less time than google maps said it'd take, a car rolled up to where she said she'd be and rolled it's window down. Vlad grinned and tipped his hat at her, he'd gotten put on a chauffeur hat for the occasion, okay fine it was a newsie but it made a good substitute. "Did a lady call for a cab?"
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