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didn’t realize the
damage until she pulled the cart away from the car and saw a white nick about
three inches long. It was pretty damn noticeable.
    “Are you fucking serious?” she said
aloud, slamming her hand against her forehead. Her day was turning into a damn
disaster! Why of all days did this have to happen to her today of all times?
She inspected the nick on the car and tried to come up with a quick estimate as
to how much she was going to have to come out of her pockets to get it fixed.
She thought about running away and doing what a part of her was telling her to
do and be done with it. But she was too damn nice and was always thinking about
stupid stuff like what if it was her car that got nicked ant the idiot who was
responsible ran off like a coward? She would really be pissed.
    It was times like these she wished she
could be like Larissa and her fuck-the-world attitude. If it was Larissa, she
would just walk to her car and drive home and pretend nothing ever happened.
But she wasn’t like Larissa; they were total opposites like salt and pepper;
while Sabrina was always quick to apologize when she was in the wrong, Larissa
would just say “Fuck it” and move on. She was almost emotionless, never the
type to wear her emotions on her sleeve. Some would call her a bitch, but she
didn’t give a damn about anyone but herself. There was nothing wrong with that.
    She hurried to her car and put away her
groceries. She scrounged around for her notepad and miraculously found her
wallet in the console. Luckily she had her checkbook in there as well and
grabbed it.
    She walked back to the car and stood
there for a quarter of a second and found herself seeing the same guy who paid
for her groceries walking towards her with his shopping cart. He caught her
gaze and just as she thought he was going to keep walking, he heart leapt into
her throat when he parked his cart a few inches from where she stood.
    “Okay, this is weird,” he said, an
amused expression playing on his handsome features. “Don’t tell me you’re a
psychic. Are you?”
    “You’re kidding, right?” This was not
the time to be playing games. All she wanted was to go home and relax—maybe
even cry some more.
    “Not at all. I was just saying because,
there was no way you could know this is my car.”
    Sabrina cut straight to the chase. “The
damn cart got away from me and this just happened to be your car.”
    He waited a beat. “So, you hit my car
with your cart?”
    For a quick second she thought about
trying to flirt her way out of it and see how far she would get. She did it before.
She said to him, “Yeah, basically.” She opened her checkbook. “How much do I
owe you on top of the forty?”
    “I don’t know,” he said moving closer to
get a better look at the damage. “I guess three hundred ought to do it I’d hate
to get my insurance company involved.”
    “Okay. And who do I make this check out
to?”
    “Brett Deltour.”
    She filled out a check and handed it to
him. “Well, um, Brett, I hope you have a good one.” She turned to walk away and
heard what sounded like paper being ripped into pieces. She turned around to
see the idiot doing just that to the check. “Why the hell did you do that?”
    He boldly stepped closer to her. “I
don’t want your money.” He paused and added, “I just want a minute of your
time.”
    “Why is that?”
    “Maybe I think you’re cute and I would like
to take you to dinner sometime.”
    She couldn’t help but laugh out loud.
After a minute or so of the giggles, she said, “I’m sorry for laughing. But, I
hardly know you.”
    Brett reached into his pocket and pulled
out a business card. He held it towards her and said, “If you ever change your
mind, give me a call.”
    She reluctantly took the card, just to
make him feel like he actually had a chance. “Yeah, maybe.”
    He smiled and said, “Hope to see you
again soon, Sabrina.” He smiled and as he began to leave, Sabrina