Tyler Wood looked up.
The other person was also looking at their phone, so both were at fault.
"I'm sorry." They said simultaneously.
After the little mishap, they headed towards the exit.
The other person was in his twenties, just a spirited young guy.
Tyler was outgoing, "Bro, are you a local?"
"No," the guy replied.
"Do you have a car?" Tyler asked again.
The guy paused for a few seconds, "No."
"Do you have a house... oops, I mean, we can rent a car then!" Tyler slipped up.
Why was he so fluent with this matchmaking script?
Outside the airport, there happened to be an empty car dropping off a customer, so Tyler canceled his ride request.
He put his luggage in the trunk, "Come on, bro."
In less than a few minutes, they were calling each other 'brothers'.
Finally, the two hopped into a taxi.
Tyler was a chatterbox, always finding topics to discuss, unable to stay quiet.
"My name is Tyler Wood, what's yours?"
"Philip Holloway."
Philip Holloway?
