Did I hit someone?
Calvin frowned, instantly opened the car door to inspect the situation.
Only then did he notice.
The person he had hit was a woman dressed in a light pink short dress.
Beside her lie a smashed laptop.
Thankfully, he braked in time, she didn't seem to be severely injured.
She had already propped herself up and was examining her own body.
"Miss," Calvin squatted down, checking the injuries on the woman's body while speaking softly.
"Are you okay?"
"Look at me,"
Tiffany, staring at her painfully throbbing leg, her swollen and bleeding knee as well as her arm, her beautiful eyes filling up with tears as she glared at the culprit.
"Do I look okay with you?"
The narrow, black eyes.
A high, prominent nose.
Lush, rosy lips.
It's rare for a man's appearance to be described as pretty.
But besides this word, Tiffany couldn't think of any other term at the moment.
