“You tipsy or something, shorty?” he called, stopping a good length away from me – too far for me to really make out his face, especially with the hat pulled low over his eyes. “No,” I answered, trying to keep my tone light and friendly, since I was clearly at fault. “Just… distracted, my bad. I’ve got my insurance information right here.” “Distracted, your bad?” he scoffed. “You busted up my shit, and that’s all you’ve got?”
The swagger in this character completely captured my heart! For some reason I knew he was going to be fine!!!
