Camela drove in a restless daze, even blowing past a red light.
"Skrrt!" Her tires screamed as she smashed the brakes, the car lurching violently.
"Are you insane?" the other driver roared, livid after the near miss.
Camela stepped out, her temper hanging by a thread. The last thing she needed was someone picking a fight.
"What? I didn't even hit you," she snapped, her voice cutting sharp.
"I could've died if I hadn't hit the brakes in time!" the driver shouted back, anger rising when Camela showed no apology and even talked back.
She threw up her hand and barked, "Then I should've hit you so you could die and shut up!"
She got back into her car, picked up her phone, and called someone.
The driver assumed he had just run into an insane driver and didn't bother arguing any further. He didn't want the hassle, so he drove away.
He pressed the button on the dashboard, and the music came on, sang along, trying to shake off the anger.
