Antonio stared back at the driver intently, his eyes unfaltering despite the angry glare thrown down by the sun. His hands remained in his pockets, fiddling around with some lint.<br/><br/>He smirked at the driver's studying.<br/><br/>"<span style="color: DarkSlateBlue">You look at me as if you don't know who I am, driver. Can we get going before I decide to take my business elsewhere?</span>"<br/><br/>He wiped another bead of sweat off his forehead casually before scratching his nose, the smirk on his face turning into a full fledged grin.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>