Cassiel's POV
After work was over, I was walking from the bus stop to home. That's when I noticed an incredibly conspicuous scene before me. A young man was kicking his sports car in the most aggressive manner ever. It's not every day one sees a Lamborghini in these streets, but to think I could see someone kicking it. What a rare day it was. More than feeling pity for the yelling man, I felt for the poor car that was being hit and approached the man cautiously.
"Umm... Excuse me, do you need help?" I asked in the most polite manner possible. The young man jolted his head towards me as if he was going to snap at me. However, before he could do that, we both noticed each other's faces. It was Dáinn. 'Seriously, what a day today was.' I internally facepalmed.
As if seeing my face calmed him down, Dáinn stopped shouting. "Uhh... my car broke down and I am not able to find the problem in it, either." Dáinn sheepishly spoke, scratching his neck.
