"Keep the change, my friend."

"Grazie signor." The owner stated and smiled, happy to have made a profit of 80 dollars.

Tony Marinetti opened the door to the Tagore and welcomed the air conditioning of the expensive car, leaning back in the seat and feeling the cool air drying the sweat off the skin. He cooled down for a minute. New York heat was something else, that was for sure. It was thick in the air, extremely humid and no fun at all. It was scorching torture. He decided to take his 100% Italian suit jacket off, neatly placed it on the seat next to him and opened the top...