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paying attention to the road. We both pulled over, and I tell you, the sexiest man got out of the car. I could have nutted from just looking at him. He was tall, dark, and handsome. Had we met under different circumstances, I probably would’ve flirted with him, but I had just tore up the man’s car. A fucking 7 series BWM at that. My damn insurance was getting ready to fly through the roof. As soon as I got out of the car, he walked over to me and was actually a lot calmer than I expected.
    “You okay, Ma?” he asked. I had just hit him, yet he was checking on me.
    “Yes, I’m sorry. Let me get you my insurance information.” I said, as I was walking back to the car to get the insurance papers out of my glove compartment, but he stopped me before I was able to.
    “Don’t worry about that, Ma. It was just a little fender bender. My boy will take care of that shit for little of nothing. Are you okay, though?” he asked again. I couldn’t understand why he kept asking that same question when I was the one that hit him, not the other way around. I smiled, slightly, because that was very nice of him to ask was I okay. Had it been anyone else, I’m sure they would’ve been cussing and fussing, because I know I would’ve, especially with a car like his; he didn’t do any of that. He was cooler than I was. I was actually happy that he wasn’t all rude and uptight, because I had dealt with enough of that for one night.
    “So you do smile?” he suggested.
    “Of course I smile. What makes you say that?” I asked, curious to know why he would even say something like that.
    “Well, the entire time we have been standing here, you’ve been frowning like it’s the end of the world.”
    “I’m sorry; I’ve just had a very, very long day.” I said with a sigh. I can’t believe I had let Jacob get me so upset to the point I wasn’t watching what was going on the road.
    “I can tell; your face is stained like you’ve been crying.” He examined. I instantly became embarrassed.
    “It’s cool, Ma. We all have our days. I’m not trying to judge you. Don’t worry about those insurance papers, though. Like I said, my boy can fix that shit for a little of nothing. As a matter of fact, let me give you a card so that you can hit him up too. No sense in you trying to file a claim on your insurance, which will of course make your rates go up, and then you may have to pay a 250 or 500 dollar deductible depending on your insurer and your plan.
    “No, it’s ok. You’ve done enough by not taking my policy and reporting it. I can’t ask you to do that.” I said. He was truly a gentlemen, but I would feel so bad going through his people when I was the one who caused this entire mess.
    “Ok, then. Cheer up; it’s not that bad, Ma.” He said, turning and walking back to his car. I looked on for a second or two longer before doing the same thing. Once I was finally in the car all buckled up, I breathed a sigh of relief for that man not being an asshole, because I had more than enough issues for one day. Just when I looked up, he was standing there showing all 32 or his pearly white teeth. I let down the window to see what else he wanted.
    “I didn’t catch your name, Ma. How rude of me.”
    “For me to have just fucked up your car, you surely are cool about it.” I chuckled. “I’m Renee, and you are?”
    “Renzo, nice to meet you Renee, and I told you I know someone. That car is just a materialistic item; I’m not sweating that shit. We’re both okay so that’s all that matters. Well, let me give you my card, so that you can hit me up whenever you’re ready to put this car in the shop. My boy is open at the craziest hours, so if you want to swing by there tomorrow, that’ll be cool.” He said, handing me his card. I looked it over and the card read Waters Trucking Company.
    “You drive 18 wheelers?” I asked.
    “Sometimes, I usually let my workers drive, but if they’re all busy and a freight needs to be