>>66710811>I see a car approaching out of the corner of my vision, my face down in my phone. That's probably my uber. It pulls up to me.>"Trisha Jones?" the driver calls out. I nod and open the back seat.>Goddamned dinner dates with investors. I hate this. The stupid pricks and their insistence on how I run MY business. Whatever, the money is worth it. Thankfully the driver makes no conversation and just drives. I look down at my phone, texting my workers and bout schedules and plans. Suddenly I'm jolted forward, tires screeching. >I slam into the seat and hear metal scraping.>"THE FUCK!?" I call out, peeling myself off the front seat.>"Some dumbass just slammed into me!" The guy calls out. Son of a bitch. I open the door and step out to check the damage. Sure enough the front of the car is damaged, another car almost t-boning us. I sigh and pull out my phone to make a call. I get a hold of my investors and let them know I gotta get another ride soon.>The Uber Driver and the other moron are having a shouting match as I hang up. I tab over to let uber know what happened when I hear a booming voice.>"Everyone alright?" Woah mama that's deep and bassy. I look up to see what kind of hunk has stepped into the fray.>It's a human and my god he's a big guy. Easily 6'4, built like a statue, tight shirt tucked into some pants and he's wearing a watch. MIlitary style. Hubba hubba. >I step forward and begin to address the manly man when I start to notice something. I sort of recognize this guy, why do I->And then it hits me. Hello again Anon Y. Mous.>I quickly start to turn tail. I really don't want to do this today. I haven't spoken to Fang in years and now their (ex?) boyfriend is standing here trying to make sure no one's hurt. As I do so he address me from behind.>"You okay Miss..." shit>I turn to face him. "Hi, Anon.">"Trish? Oh my god it's been years." He's clearly happy to see me and steps forward. cont but do you want this AnonXTrish or nah. lemme know