â  FUCK! â   there it was,  the unmistakeable cursing coming from the lips of eliot varner.  a sound that had been missing from the parking lot of zenith studios over the past two months, finally resurfacing as the male in question stood standing at another persons car.  or rather,  the deep scratch heâd left in the side of it --- in his defence, he wasnât quite used to his new parking space.  â is this your car? â  cautious eyes looks to the side of him where he expects the owner to be.  his mind is racing with thoughts,  things that he could say.  you should be more careful how you park.  serves you right having a car so ugly.   hey!  it adds character.  instead,  his voice drops in to an anxious tone.  â iâm SORRY. â  words that had left his lips so rarely that they feel uncomfortable.   â iâll pay for the damages. â









