Rayna tried to control her shaking. Her father hadn’t wanted her to drive his car but she had convinced him, and now this.
The American looked angry. “Do you have insurance information?” he asked; and with that the tears fell.
Rayna buried her face in her hands. “I must call my father”.
The young man was agitated. He hated when girls cried. Why did they do that? He blew out a deep breath and guided Rayna to the curb. “Call your dad and I will call mine”.
He watched Rayna from a few feet away and his heart melted. It was after all, just a scratch.