Your scooter’s brakes failed. Just like that. One second you were fine, the next you were sliding helplessly into the back of a car you knew, just from its sleek silhouette, cost more than your entire year's rent.

Panic seized you, cold and sharp. And then, the driver's door opened.

A beautiful girl stepped out, and your stomach dropped for a whole new reason. It was Agnes, the idol you’d seen on countless music videos. She walked to the back of her car, her eyes widening as she took in the scene.

“What happened?” she asked, her voice tight. She stared at the crumpled bumper and the unmistakable trickle of coolant from the damaged radiator. “What have you done??” Her tone shifted from shock to pure frustration as she looked from her car to you. “Do you know how expensive my car is??” she said, her gaze full of disapproval. She crossed her arms, shaking her head. “Now how are you supposed to fix this?”