Kellie (POV)
I am running late for a job interview. Driving my old beat-up Toyota Corolla, I check the time on the dash and growl to myself. The traffic in the city is going to be my undoing.
“Come on,” I murmured, hitting the steering wheel in frustration.
The red light finally turned green, and the traffic slowly began to cross. I lift my coffee-to-go cup from the holder and took a sip, taking my eyes off traffic for a second to put it down. I didn’t notice the traffic had stopped again to let a fire truck pass. my car hit the car in front, and I spilled coffee down my blouse.
“s**t,” I exclaimed as the red car stopped, putting on his four ways as a man stepped out from the driver's side and begins to walk towards me. I set my four ways open my door and step out to face the music of
