A well-built man in a black suit was leaning against that classic red Ferrari with his arms crossed over his chest and a patient expression delicately lining his features. His pitch-black hair was layered back perfectly with a widow’s peak just visible and parted at his right side. Even from a distance I can see his eyes are a light emerald green. He wore that perfectly tailored Versace suit like a model who didn’t care. It was buttoned across his broad sized chest with a singular black clasp. Beneath it was a white shirt with glistening black buttons. And I do believe I saw the butt of a gun just visible in his left side pant line.
He was so professional appearing. The rain drops feel against his suit like tiny pearls and he didn’t seem to care at all. I have no doubt who this new ch
