I walked around the back to inspect it properly, crouching a little to look at the damage. Not catastrophic, but not nothing either.
The driver's door of the other car opened.
I straightened up as a woman stepped out. Short black hair. Sharp features. Familiar posture. I stared at her for a second.
"Oh, you gotta be kidding me," I muttered. "You again?"
Hannah closed her door calmly and walked around the front of her car onto the sidewalk. "Sorry," she said evenly. "I rear-ended your car."
She was the same chick that rear ended me! The one that Kayla talked about. Fucking hell. This day just keept getting worse and worse.
"My car? Again?" I asked. "I was literally parked for a few minutes."
She adjusted her sleeve like we were discussing the weather. "Yes. I'm sorry."
"My god," I muttered, rubbing my forehead. "You didn't see me?"
"Nope."
Just nope.
No panic. No guilt. Just a flat nope.
