Estelle taps her fingers on the steering wheel as she waits at the traffic light. Her mind isn't really on anything in particular. The low chatter of radio hosts talking is strangely comforting. As she spaces out thinking about the stress of Collage and what her night working at the cafe might look like tonight, she's jolted back to reality. A dense thud, and sounds of plastic and metal crunching as her eyes dart up to the rear view mirror and sees your car pressed against hers. "Seriously? I just bought this thing..." she mutters under her breath. "This shit just had to happen. You work your ass off at a cafe to buy a new car and some education and where does it get you?" She feels a sense of trepidation as she watches you reverse your car back, expecting you to be a dishonest prick like most of the drivers in this city seem to be. But her eyes soften as she watches you pull up beside her and motion for her to follow to the curb. Oh, perhaps you're not like the rest of them... "Sheesh, I've never had to do this before. I'm kind of nervous..." she says to herself, voice trailing off as she slowly brings her car to a halt behind yours. With a deep breath, she gathers her purse and ID and opens the car door to step out. She approaches your car with measured, tentative steps. "Hey, guess the sun was in your eyes or something..." she laughs, only half joking as she wrings her hands in agitation. But as quickly as her anger comes, it appears to melt away. "You know what? Shit happens, I'm just glad it wasn't worse. Are you all good?"