[center][h2][color=B56E42]Milana Ivanov[/color]  &  [color=lightgray]James Emerson[/color][/h2][/center]

[color=lightgray]"Hey man, she fucking apologized!"[/color] James was visibly upset, not bothering masking his emotions as he also stepped out of the car in a rather brisk manner.

The moment Milana heard him, she turned her head to glance in his direction. [color=B56E42]"Come on, take it easy will ya?"[/color] She was somewhat surprised by his aggressive reaction. The poor kid was spooked, but who could blame him... She would have been just as upset if she too was nearly ran over. Milana addressed the boy once more. [color=B56E42]"He didn't mean that, don't listen to—"[/color]

[color=lightgray]"The hell I didn't..."[/color]

[color=B56E42]"James!"[/color] She looked at the man as if he had two heads. [color=B56E42]"Give me a minute, please, don't leave"[/color] Milana pleaded with the stranger before walking around the front of her car. [color=B56E42]"The hell is wrong with you, huh?"[/color] She was talking low, almost in a whisper. James began to say something but she quickly interrupted him. [color=B56E42]"You better listen to me real good because I'm only going to say this once. If you want a damn ride in [I]my[/I] car, then you need to shut the hell up and let me deal with that guy. Save that exaggerated testosterone of yours for someone who gives a damn."[/color]

Milana turned away and walked up to the young man, speeding up to catch up to him. [color=B56E42]"I"m sorry, really. I'm actually heading to the church if you want to tag along...who knows, maybe your brother is there."[/color]

[@Ozzoquen]