Sure enough once I'm done with the closing messages and the throng of students I'm interacting with, the sun is setting in the cold winter light, and by the time I leave the campus, rush hour has started.
Fucking fuck fuckity fuck. Patience has never been my virtue. I'm gridlocked in a side lane. The tedious inching forward like nails on a blackboard. The developer must be going nuts, I told him I'd approve the last sprint an hour ago. Oh shit and the marketing team is waiting for my goahead on the final copy. Shit that means they'll have to sit late to roll out the campaign. I grab my phone to play a song, hopeful it will ease my brimming impatience. But sure enough, I open the lock screen and all the emails and messages pour through. Which is why I'm distracted, and incredibly confused when my car comes to a sudden shocking halt with a loud thud. Horns erupt around me, and I look up to see I've rear ended the guy in front of me.
Oh fucking fuck.
I guiltily fling my phone down. My hands leave the steering wheel and are covering my gaping mouth. Oh shit this is bad. No it's good! No one's hurt. We were practically at a halt, how the hell the did car get that giant bump. Shit the repairs on this car will be fucking astronomical. Shit that poor guy I should offer to pay for his car's damage.
I'm staring in horror, mouth still agape as the man steps out of his vehicle. The motorbikes have hastily slithered away not wanting to get caught in a rush hour confrontation, giving him room to open his door.
Oh fuck he's going to kill me. I should apologize and just offer to pay. I should keep my dad on speeddial in case he becomes abusive. How.mad does he look!?
I open my eyes and see the man unfold out of the car. Shit he's tall, he must be what over 6 feet.
His attention is all on his back bumper, his shirt hitches up from the back revealing long lean muscles as he leans forward to check the damage. He unfolds, his jaw is clenched in incredible annoyance at what he finds, the stubble of his week old beard in dark contrast to his white tshirt. He turns, I'm met with the piercing green eyes of an extremely annoyed angry male, who finally sees me watching aghast through the windshed.
He stands for a few seconds, just looking, like he's measuring what to do. I can see his eyes go from his bumper, to mine, to me. He's just standing.
He looks pissed, but reasonable. I mentally prepping to step out and apologize and share contact details. But as I fumble for my car door, i glance over and he's still staring.
Errr ok. I hesitate a second, I was expecting him to storm over and give me an earful. I look over tentatively - what the hell is going on.
He closes his eyes, takes a long suffering breath (ooohhh deep breathing just like me!). His eyes open, and the green is calmer. Resigned. His shoulders drop, and before I can say or do anything he turns around and stalks back to his door.
What is he doing!? Should I get out? He turns one last time, and I have no idea why but I stop fumbling for my door, my eyes locked with this strange random handsome ass stranger.
My God he's good looking.
He gets in the car. His brakelights turn on as he puts his car in gear, and then he inches forward the six feet the rest of the traffic has already moved ahead on.
Im left feeling strangely tingly, and I'm releived when he finally turns off the main road and I continue to limp on my way home.
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