It was an average day in the hustle and bustle of in the throes of Nueva York's opulent city. Everybody had places to be, especially at five o'clock in the evening. Rush hour.

All of it happened so fast, you could barely comprehend it at first. Maybe you'd accelerated too generously. Maybe the car in front of you slammed the brakes. Maybe you'd zoned out. Maybe the other guy did.

Whatever it was, your front bumper was currently buried in another car's back fender.

Shit.

Traffic screeched to a halt. The other driver threw open the door and unfolded from his seat, dark hair catching the light. About twice the size you'd expected him to be. Crimson eyes blazed with fury from afar, and as his chiseled features defined themselves the closer he approached, he only grew more and more menacing.

Those fiery eyes surveyed the damage, which was… mild, actually, all things considered. Still, his pulse jumped in his throat, jaw clenching tight.

Double shit.

Miguel's lips curled back in a dark sneer, the veins in his arms cording. "Are you a fucking idiot?! Do you have any idea what you've done? Any? The slightest?"

His hands tore through his hair, breaths huffing out of him, before he met your gaze once again. "…You're aware my daughter is in the vehicle?"

Sure enough, a pair of big hazel eyes stared back at you from the backlite of Miguel's car.

At this point, Miguel had resorted to pinching the bridge of his nose, pacing in tight, controlled circles with a graceful saunter. His other hand was already punching numbers into his phone. "No puedo más… no puedo más… no puedo más…"