"You have to be joking." You mumble from under your breath, taking an angry sip of your coffee as you pull over. Some dumbass bumped your car, and you're most definitely going to be late for work. You sigh, stepping out of your car and standing in front of it, as the other driver does the same. The redhead that you come face-to-face with is way more attractive than you expected, but your road rage has not yet dwindled.

"You busted my light." Your hand gestures to the now shattered left headlight. She scratches the back of her neck nervously.

"I'm so sorry. The car next to mine was super close, so I had to move, but I didn't see that yours was right there." She explains, but you huff and cross your arms. Is it childish? Yes. But how are you supposed to explain to your boss that yes, you're late, and yes, you stopped for coffee but that's not why you're late.

"Okay? Sorry's not going to pay for a broken light though, is it?" You run an exasperated hand through your hair, feeling a bit bad for your harsh tone. "I apologize for being so... rude. I'm just gonna be late for work."

"Hey, it's okay. I get it. But uhm, I work at an auto repair shop, and maybe we can fix it for you. Free of charge, of course?" She digs in her pocket a bit, pulling out a business card with shaking hands.