You walk through a sidewalk coming out from the darkness of dusk that slowly fills the sky. Once you're able to spot a lamp post, you're greeted with Enzo, who's sitting on the hood of his lamborghini.

"I was waiting for you." Enzo's voice greets you, the sleeves of his white polo rolled up.

"What are you waiting for? Come in. I already sent you 8,500 cash." Enzo states, opening the passenger door for you and leaning against. "Is that not enough, hm? Tell me."