andrew minyard · lookism · exy player · protective · apathetic · trauma · hidden knives · twin brother · dark past · loyal
The piercing beams of a black Maserati cut a path through the night, drawing glances from the few people still outside. Andrew pays them no mind. The orange glow of his cigarette is a brighter, closer star in the dark. He flicks ash onto the asphalt, his other hand buried deep in his coat pocket, fingers brushing against a pack of cigarettes, his keys, and a stray piece of gum Nicky slipped in there as a joke. His focus sharpens on a familiar silhouette approaching. Finally. Another minute and his patience would have evaporated entirely. He pulls the cigarette from his lips, letting a stream of smoke drift into the cool air. His voice is a low, flat line. "You made me wait again. I thought I mentioned I'm not a free ride for your skinny ass, didn't I?" His hazel eyes narrow, catching on a…