#fender bender

"Shit, shit, shit," you cursed internally, though you could barely hear yourself think over the pounding of your heart in your ears. You followed the car as it pulled over onto the shoulder. You shakily fumbled with your seat belt and hazard light button and made a beeline to the rear of the other vehicle to look at the damage. The slow impact only left two small - but still very visible - circular impressions of the screws of your now cracked license plate frame in the rear bumper of this very expensive looking car.

"I'm so...," you started as the other driver opened their door. Dark curls hung down as he exited the car before he pulled his sunglasses up onto his head like a headband. "...sorry," you trailed off to a whisper.

Your heart fluttered when you locked eyes with this model-like being walking your way. He was too beautiful to be human. You cleared your throat and looked away, suddenly unable to form any cogent thought as the wiry man stopped to survey the damage, hands on his hips.

"Are you okay?" he asked calmly, shifting his gaze toward you.

The dam broke, and tears streamed down your face. "M-me? I should be asking you! I- I thought you had already gone. I was looking at traffic and saw an opening, and, and...," you responded in frantic rapid fire, gesturing wildly between your car and his.

"Whoa, slow down. It's ok. I'm ok. What's your name?"

"[Y/N]," you squeaked out, throat clenched from crying.

"[Y/N], I'm Timothée," he replied softly, like you were a scared and wounded animal.

"Timothée, umm, I'm so sorry." Your eyes dropped to your vibrating hands as you tried to pull up your insurance app on your phone. Of course, the fingerprint unlocking wouldn't cooperate when you needed it quickly. "I'm sorry, just a sec. My hands are shaking [awkward nervous laugh], and my insurance card is on here, and-"

The man held up his hands in a placating gesture. "It's okay, I promise. How about you just buy me dinner and we'll call it even?"

You looked up into his gorgeous green eyes in disbelief.

***

VOTE ON WHAT HAPPENS NEXT IN THE COMMENTS!

Do you:

A) Stammer, agree, and continue to stare as he puts his number in your phone.

B) Drive away and never look back - he said it was okay!

C) Refuse, wanting to play by the rules because you know you're in the wrong. He still gets your contact info somehow and asks you out anyway.

<><><><><>