From my seat I looked out the window, recognising her tapping on my door the woman I felt that I loved. I wound down my manual window (I still had a cheap old car) and peered up innocently at the disparaging gaze boring into me. She started with the look of an angry head mistress but slowly changed to a look of concern.
“Look at you, you’re a mess, come on, out you get. Come and look at the mess you’ve made!” She said.
I motioned to get out but paused on her intake of breath.
“You silly boy, look what you’ve done to yourself, I’ve got a first aid kit that will patch your forehead up but it’s in my boot. No chance of getting that now!” She scorned.
I gingerly extricated myself and awkwardly began the processs of exchanging details and making sure she had my insurers details. Once we’d exhausted that we parted ways and went to our cars, I just wanted to get home and go to bed by this point.
I turned the key and a stranger noise came from the bonnet before a resounding clunk suggested that my car was not in a good state. A couple more attempts were drowned out quickly when her car fired up and the glare of her rear lights revealed just how dark it had become in those woods.
Once again I watched her come out of her car and walk back to my window. She leaned over at me and I couldn’t help noticing her large bust straining the wool of her cream turtle neck jumper.