Fitz had been waiting. Well, actually, he had been sleeping and waiting. Having to sleep in his cab because of the fucking fumigation process in his apartment building was pissing him off beyond anything. And he couldn't smoke fucking anywhere in the city anymore. Private residences and sidewalks as long as it wasn't near child care center or some shit like that. But he had been outside of the park for awhile, since last night, waiting though he wasn't sure who he was waiting for. That happened.
More than one person had tried to get him to turn on his light for them, but he was 'off the clock' until whoever he was waiting for was taken care of. It was just one of those things. When he had snapped awake, he wasn't totally sure why. But he'd climbed out of his cab and leaned against the passenger side front end, lighting up - proximity of the park be damned.
"You can't smoke in the park," said a concerned citizen as they passed.
Fitz narrowed his eyes, "I ain't in the fuckin' park, am I? I'm leanin' on my cab. Next to the sidewalk. Fuck off." The concerned citizen narrowed her eyes and stalked off. He took a long drag off his cigarette, getting less irritated by the moment. And then there she was, walking down the path. Fitz knew it was her. He exhaled the cigarette smoke, into the sky above the passing crowd. "Hey princess," he called out, "Need a ride?"