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Leaning comfortably in her seat, Selin remained silent all throughout the drive as she was on a conference call with her management team discussing a brand deal. Normally she had a say in these things, but ever since she moved to Astoria, she became less vocal and preferred to actively listen. Of course she interjected when needed, but at times she found herself no longer in the moment as her mind tend to wander. A perfect example would be right now as she felt herself jolt forward on impact. “Shit—” she hissed out as she felt the seatbelt go on child lock and feeling the strap slap and burn against her skin as it tightened. Hanging up, she quickly sent a text in her team’s group chat stating that she’ll get the meeting minutes offline and further she was fine.

Looking over at her driver, dark hues narrowed in on them as she arched a brow questioning what was going on. However, as soon as she saw the steam, debris and the other vehicle through the windshield window, it suddenly clicked that she was currently involved in a car accident. Her driver profusely apologized and the she-wolf simply shook her head and waved it off. “It’s alright, go deal with it.” Luckily she wasn’t that injured and as she stepped out of the car, she stood off to the side and rubbed her neck to alleviate any pain. In the midst of standing there, she noticed how much of a scene was being caused with the spectators and their devices. Turning away from them, she wasn’t trying to attract any attention and then spoke to the individual next to her to ask, “I’m assuming you were in the other car?” Pointing to the scene before them, she then added, “Are car accidents not as common around here? It’s as if they’ve never seen one before.”

Tuah moved to assess the damage on both cars. Both cars didn’t seem to suffer much damage outwardly and the absence of front airbag should indicate the collision was not severe. Thankfully, both drivers didn’t suffer any damage, at least not that he could see. The conversation between them was an amicable one, from what he picked up, both apologising for not being careful enough.

He made his way towards both of them before he heard someone talking next to him. Tuah turned, nodding his head at her. “I was. Are you with the driver in the other car?” he motioned towards the other driver, who seemed to be exchanging information with the cab driver. “Are you hurt?”

At her words, he turned his attention towards their surroundings, huffing a quiet chuckle before turning his attention to her. “Isn’t it always the same everywhere else? People always gather whenever there’s commotion. It’ll make an interesting story when they get home.” He moved his shoulders in a shrug. “There’s also a belief that if you buy a lottery ticket based on the plate number of a car that’s involved in an accident, it’ll somewhat guarantee your winning.” The more severe the accident was, the higher the chance, so he’s been told.