The red Ferrari flew into the parking lot without slowing down and, making a sharp U-turn, stopped. Justin Evans wasn't a fan of flaunting himself, but the way he appeared at the institute today should not have gone unnoticed.
The guy got out of the car, looked around, smiled at two girls standing nearby and, making it a control shot, winked.
The girls broke into smiles in response and twitched in his direction, but he had already turned and walked away.
There was no point in dragging out the warm-up before the main game. Moreover, his victim should already be in the indicated place.
Turning down the path to the building of arts, he stopped for a second, and then continued his way at a slow pace. Or esle someone could tell that he is in a hurry somewhere.