Taxi -

It wasn't a business card. It was a faded photograph of a younger version of the driver, holding a baby girl in front of that very bakery.

"Go on," the driver urged. "She’s waiting for a sign that she’s not alone." It wasn't a business card

"I know where you’re going," the driver interrupted softly. Elias froze. "I haven't told you yet." "She’s waiting for a sign that she’s not alone

The driver glanced at him through the rearview mirror. His eyes were kind but incredibly tired. "Most people think they choose their destination. But sometimes, the cab chooses for them." His eyes were kind but incredibly tired

They talked for hours. By the time they walked out together, the rain had stopped. Elias looked toward the curb, but the yellow cab was gone. Only a small, peppermint-scented card lay on the ground where the car had been parked.