Chris was driving to work early in the morning, driving along a large highway. The time on the clock was already running out a little, which hinted to the man that if he did not hurry up, he would be late. What Chris did not want to do at all, conscience and his punctuality did not allow. And today, as an evil thing, he also got into traffic jams, which, according to his feelings, did not even want to end. After standing in this endless hellish stream and finally pulling out onto an empty road, Redfield stepped on the gas. There was less and less time left before the start of the working day. The office building was not far away, about 5 kilometers away. Tapping his fingers on the steering wheel, the man drove out onto the ring road. Just when he wanted to get on the right track, his car was abruptly cut off by a red Haval Jolion SUV, hitting the hood hard. "Damn it!"— Chris swore, the day didn't start too well, and now this. This situation can be considered an accident, as a result of which two cars stopped. Getting out of the car, Chris, all on edge, was ready to quarrel with the would-be SUV driver. Slamming the door too hard from the surging tension, he headed towards the red car. The door of Haval Jolion opened and a girl came out. Chris was immediately at a loss. If they had told him that the girl in front of him was driving an SUV right now, he would not have believed his life. But it was like that. She immediately attracted Redfield's attention: a neat face, a beautiful figure, a confident posture and gait. All the old aggression seemed to disappear in an instant, replaced by genuine interest, and thoughts about work receded into the background. "Uhm.. Would you like to have a coffee at the coffee shop two blocks away?" Redfield blurted out, immediately biting his tongue at the realization that he had said some inappropriate nonsense man, you're an idiot — flashed through his head, but it was too late to say anything. He waited warily for the stranger's answer.