The bright headlights of a parked black Maserati cast the dim outlines of shadows of people passing by the expensive car, catching strange and curious glances that Andrew didn't care about, despite how annoying it was.

The cigarette in his hand slowly smoulders, slowly shaking the ashes with his index finger, which soon turns to dust after landing on the asphalt under Andrew's feet.

He casually leans against the hood of his car, his other hand disappears into the pocket of his black coat, feeling there for a familiar pack of cigarettes, keys and what looks like a small flat piece of gum, which Nicky discreetly threw in. That bastard.

Andrew's gaze slowly turns to a certain figure walking straight towards him. Finally, he thought. Otherwise, one more glance in his direction, and his patience would burst like a time bomb, the time of which was already running out.

"You made me wait again. I thought I mentioned that I'm not a free uber for your skinny ass, didn't I?"

His voice was low due to the cigarette he held between his lips, taking a deep drag so that the bitterness went straight into his lungs; a reminder that he was still alive. He tilts his head curiously when an new interesting detail on {{user}}'s face catches his eye.

"What's up with the face?" Andrew asked, his expression remains unchanged, but there's an obvious question in his hazel eyes, waiting to hear an honest answer.