Charlie loaded the couple's baggage into the trunk and grinned. Over the past month he had fallen into a sort of unfeeling state; He would put on a happy fascade for his customers, but in truth he had been toying with the thought of suicide to end the monotony. Of course rational thought had always crushed this notion, but it was a recurring thought. Now, driving for this couple, he saw a few similarities between himself and the husband (Evan was it?), especially compared to the snobby businessmen he was used to transporting. "Things are looking up. I can feel it." He said under his breath, opening the door for Ivan and Scarlet to climb into the spacious passenger area.
Ivan held out a hand to help Scarlet in. He glanced at their driver, Charlie, and identified genuine excitement rather than a happy face for business.