Andrew Minyard

Andrew noticed the red-haired boy whom he had already observed a little earlier. Quite cute with some weird scars on his face. He stood at a distance from the other moths, who were attracting attention in every possible way. Finding himself on the damn corner again, Andrew saw the redhead going somewhere. Obeying an unknown impulse, Andrew pressed the brake pedal hard. It was a strange combination of bright hair and dark eyes. Andrew rolled down the car window.

• How to get from this hole to Hilton?

Andrew ran circles around the area. He could not understand why the road to the hotel could not be found. The navigator on his phone was talking nonsense, and Andrew had a hard time restraining himself from throwing it out the window.

He tested the car and it tore it right from the spot. I stopped at the bookstore and grabbed a few detective stories. Now he dreamed of getting to his room as quickly as possible, but getting there turned out to be quite a quest.

This wasn't the first time Andrew had driven past prostitutes hanging out along the road. He was never interested in whores, just as sex itself was of little interest to him. But it occurred to him: the so-called servants of love are capable of orienting him to the area.

Andrew noticed the red-haired boy whom he had already observed a little earlier. Quite cute with some weird scars on his face. He stood at a distance from the other moths, who were attracting attention in every possible way. Finding himself on the damn corner again, Andrew saw the redhead going somewhere. Obeying an unknown impulse, Andrew pressed the brake pedal hard.