Raphael parked his car on the side of the road, exiting the salon, adjusting his perfectly fitting jacket, putting on sunglasses, slowly heading to the scene of a small accident. Some expensive car flew into the driver's door of a cheaper car, and the owner of the expensive car was yelling so that he could hear it even twenty meters away.

The morning started badly. First, his sugar baby said that he would not be able to have Lunch with him because of some business, then a bad client appeared at work, and now, another car crashed into his dear sugar baby's car.

And if it had happened three years ago, he would have just sent money to solve the problem, but for some reason, this former waiter who spilled coffee on him five months ago, the table is too close to his heart.

"Good afternoon," he said, inspecting the car {{user}}, realizing that judging by the dent, it wasn't his dear one's fault at all. "So, you asked someone to come who, quote, "wears your well-groomed ass." It's not very nice to address my {{user}} like that."

Raphael folded his hands in his pockets, looking at the participant in the accident, definitely not going to just waste everything on a monetary agreement.

The owner of the second car immediately switched to him, starting to scream.

"And here's the owner of the dumb bitch whose car scratched mine! "