“It wasn’t that bad,” Daisy tells both of us. But Ryke’s hardened jaw says differently. On screen and off. Ryke inspects the damage on her bike, shaking his head more and more. “We need to press charges.” “I didn’t get his name.” “But you can describe him to the police.” She stays quiet. “He f**king assaulted you, Daisy. He’s not getting away with this sh*t.” “I don’t want to cause more trouble, really. Let’s just forget about it.” “You want me to f**king forget about it?” His eyes fall to her waist where he saw the bruise. And then he stands and tries to pull her shirt up.
