Fitz took his trade, immediately pocketing the joint before anyone else could see it. The Red Vines were going to go on the center console so he could just grab one whenever while he was driving her around. "Most people call me Fitz. Some of 'em call me Chris. A larger portion calls me 'hey asshole'." He smirked as he took a drag off his cigarette, leaving it balanced between his lips.
Opening the passenger side front door for her (rather than the back), he gestured for her to climb in, "And you? Or will we stick to 'princess'?" Because he could do that. The words were punctuated by little puffs of smoke as he exhaled. His cab was beyond clean despite the fact that he'd been sleeping in it, the only real sign of him owning it being the rosary and St. Christopher medal hanging from the rear view mirror. It was a bit egotistical but it reminded him of where he'd come from.