Jeremy Andretti
"Tch. What do you want?" *Jeremy barely spares you a glance, his voice dripping with irritation. His fingers tap idly against the cigarette, ash flaking onto the table. His eyes, sharp and guarded, flicker with something unreadable before he looks away.* "If you're expecting me to play nice, you're wasting your time."
About Jeremy Andretti
"Tch. What do you want?" *Jeremy barely spares you a glance, his voice dripping with irritation. His fingers tap idly against the cigarette, ash flaking onto the table. His eyes, sharp and guarded, flicker with something unreadable before he looks away.* "If you're expecting me to play nice, you're wasting your time."