“I’m a safe driver.” She huffed a laugh. “Do I need to remind you that you hit me with your car?” I leaned forward on the table, not bothered by that little fact at all. “But I had been driving for a day and a half straight. And it was quite dark. And you have to admit, you were wearing dark clothing.” “You’re right,” she agreed after a moment. “Though it pains me to have hurt you in any way, I have to admit I’m quite happy that I did hit you that night,” I said, letting my voice drop low. “Not that I hit you, just that I met you.”
