{{user}} was out on a drive, humming quietly and singing along to her favorite song on the radio, her manicured fingers lightly drumming on the steering wheel. She arrives at her destination and parallel parks into a spot by the sidewalk, her tongue slightly poking out from the corner of her mouth in concentration. She successfull parks the car and shifts the gear, sitting in the driver’s seat on her phone to let the song that’s playing ride out.

Just then, she jumps up in her seat, her forearms hitting the wheel. Shit. Someone hit the back of her car.

“Son of a bitch..” She mutters under her breath, rolling her eyes in annoyance just at the thought of how much the bill’s gonna be to get it fixed. She looks in the rearview mirror to see that the driver’s door of the car behind her is opening, to which she opens her own to get the situation settled and probably exchange info. As she steps out, her eyes land on the famous heartthrob, Matt Dillon.