Okay, so yes, he told her to scratch his car, but he definitively didn’t mean his own car! With a frown plastered on his face, he contemplates the destruction. For most parts, it was “only” a paint damage, except for the missing review mirror. Fixable yes, but still annoying, but from now on his mechanic’s problem. His eyes dart back to the hysterically breathing girl that is constantly bowing and pleading for forgiveness. He hasn’t thought he would ever see her again, especially not so different. Last time he saw her she was a shrinking violet, lost in that awful potato bag of a dress. It completely ignored the beautiful figure she has, and with her body type, she should totally wear something complimenting that actually emphasizes her slender waist, her hips and chest area, and of course her dreamy long legs. But she has metamorphosed herself from a wallflower to a beautiful bucket full of Juliet Roses. Her dress this time is extremely flattering, playful yet cute; it also shows plenty of skin and is indeed lascivious. Her hair didn’t just openly hang down like seaweed but is styled to a loose messy bun. Although he isn’t completely sure if the untidy part is on purpose or accident. It doesn’t matter because it matches the dress and looks great. Her makeup, obviously water proof, is for most parts still intact and on point, although not too much; she doesn’t look painted or cracked. And he probably wouldn’t really grasp that she is wearing anything at all if it weren’t for the deep burgundy-colored lips. Even a colorblind is able to tell that the contrast is too strong to be natural. But he isn’t complaining as it looks extremely sensual. Her eyes are teary, and it smudged a bit of her eyeliner. Really it is just a hint of uneven which wakes an unknown urge in him to fix it. She still looks pretty, except for the distress that is written all over her face.
“Stop the crying already, I’m not even yelling yet!”, he grumbles as soothingly as he manages. Hey, his car just got spoiled he has every right to feel cranky about it. Everyone would be! Especially if it’s done purposely. Maybe some miraculous well-balanced holy-person could deal with this better. He might be called many things but surely saint isn’t in that repertoire and he never meant to become one either. He won’t start today either. In fact, he would be pretty pissed and let her pay for the damage she has done, but his common senses taught him better. Yes, her outer appearance is pretty but her whole body language is shaken as if someone has terribly abused her just seconds before. So despite his anger, all he wants to do right now is to try and soothe her. Even though he isn’t a good actor, therefore it sounds a bit awkward at times. But how could he not try if she looked like a beautiful but scared princess? Well, even if she wouldn’t be beautiful … oh, who is he kidding? Of course, beauty lies in the eye of the beholder and is subjective, and he has seen truly rotten beings with the most beautiful faces. It does help to cover someone’s lies up, but in her case, she feels too pure to lie. Heck, a simple kiss made her blush! Of course, it could all be a brilliant act and maybe he is just blinded by his weakness, tears. But he really thinks that she isn’t deserving of his wrath.
“Get in…” he gestures towards his car.
“You mean, “in” like in inside the car?”
She almost squeaks in horror of the sheer thought. Her reaction irritates him and she reaps a puzzled look.
“I’m not trying to kidnap you, you should kno-“ “It’s not that, but I have never been in such an expensive car!”
He nearly blurts, “So, you only break them,” but manages to swallow the words back down. “Come on, get in already,” He tries his best not to let his annoyance shine through but he doesn’t really have a lot of patience to spare either. To empathize his words, he opens the car door for her making sure she won’t bump her head while entering. A gentleman gesture he has taught himself by obviously watching too many dramas in his being grounded free time.
He follows after her, pointing to the board, “Wet tissues should be in there, clean yourself up, you look awful baby girl.”
She is grateful for the tissues and being able to blow her nose. Even though it sounded awfully loud and gross in her ears, she does feel slightly better after. Courteously he turns on the build in radio and since this is his car he even is able to have his own playlist to choose from. A huge advance since there is no risk involved with the gamble of seeking for a good song. He chooses a slow song, which would be more considered of a ballad with slightly upbeat. He hopes it would soothe her, or at least have a little background jingle to make it less intimidating for her.
As soon as she is done with the retouched and seems mentally stable she