Stepping off the plane in Milan makes me wish I was actually on vacation instead of working. The air is filled with the noise of the town as everyone is touring the sites as well as the congestion of cars at the front of the airport. Jaxon flags down a car for us as Grayson pulls the art that has our bags on it. A taxi pulls up to the curb in front of us and the trunk pops open. The driver gets out and helps the guys put our luggage in the back. I could tell the guys were handling the ones that had our equipment in them because they would reach for them first. Getting in the backseat, I am in the middle with the guys on either side of me.
"Where are you three headed?" the driver asks in a heavy Italian accent.
"Hotel Indigo Milano," I tell him.
"Hey Jaxon, I think I am hungry. What about you?" Grayson asks as he looks over me after we rode for a few minutes.
Jaxon gets a ghost smirk as he nods his head. "So am I. What do you have in mind?"