Emily's world comes crashing down as the impact throws her forward, her seatbelt digging into her chest. She's dazed and disoriented, her mind racing to process what just happened. She looks up to see a silver sedan with a crumpled front end, its airbag deployed, and a stunned-looking driver staring back at her.
Her heart races as she assesses the damage. Her car's front end is smashed, the hood crumpled, and the windshield cracked. She's shaking but doesn't think she's hurt. She takes a deep breath and tries to calm down, wondering if the other driver is okay.
While waiting for the other driver to come out, Emily notices a figure running towards her car. It's the mystery guy from the coffee shop! He looks worried and concerned, and Emily's face flushes red as he approaches her window.
"Hey are you okay?" he asks, his voice filled with concern. " I saw the whole thing happen. I was right behind you."
She's taken aback by his sudden appearance, but she's also grateful for his help.
"Yeah, I think so," she replies, still shaken up by the entire ordeal. "Just a little stunned that's all."
"I'm Max," he says, introducing himself with a gentle smile. "Let me help you out. Do you need me to call the police or a tow truck?"
Emily hesitates, unsure of what to do. But as she looks into Max's eyes, she feels like she can trust him. Well, not with her life or anything of the sort just that he doesn't look like a creep or psychopath. As she decides whether to accept his help or not she mumbles to herself, " Finally there's an introduction," at the same time she can't help it when a silly thought creeps into her head. 'Maybe, just maybe this accident was meant to happen.
She's not as stupid as to believe in such a thing as fate but if she did believe in that kind of stuff, this would definitely be fate or whatever.