"And We're Almost Here"
The driver's voice woke Damon up from his sleep, amon yawned, stretching his arms over his head, feeling the familiar ache in his muscles.
"Thank you," he said, his voice still husky from sleep.
The driver chuckled, his eyes crinkling at the corners. "You a fighter?" he asked, his gaze flicking to Damon's face with a hint of amusement.
Damon sat up straight, nodding sheepishly. "Yeah, I fight. It's just amateur... but I'm pretty sure I'm getting paid in bruises."
The driver laughed, a deep rumbling sound. "Well, you're definitely getting paid in bruises! I mean, I've seen some rough faces in my time, but yours takes the cake."
Damon laughed, feeling a sense of familiarity with the driver. "Hey, at least I'm consistent, right?"
The driver grinned. "That you are, kid. That you are. So, how did you get into fighting?"