Valeria pointed to a blue sedan. And it had a Toyota emblem on the front. Ari checked his phone again to see if the driver had arrived, finding that he indeed had. "Yeah, looks like," Ari said before heading towards the car and opening the door for Val.
"Aristotle?" the driver, the older, muscular, dark-skinned man in the driver's seat asked they both slid into the car. The man was built like a bodybuilder, and looked as if he'd be more at home in a wrestling ring than driving people around, even if it was just as a side job.
"Yup, that's me," Ari responded with a smile towards the man.
"Like the philosopher?"
Ari couldn't help but chuckle. The number of times he'd been asked that same question through out his life were numerous. "Yeah, like the philosopher."
"Cool name. You guys buckled up back there?"
"Yeah, all good to go," the man replied as his seatbelt clicked into place. Once more his hand found it's way to rest on Valeria's thigh as the car began to roll down the street.
"First time to New York?" the Uber driver asked, engaging in some of that famous Big Apple taxi talk as he delivered his clients to their destination.