(A cold wind blows as LIAM leans against his wrecked car, arms crossed, jaw tight. Across from him, the GIRL scrolls through her phone, waiting for the tow truck.)
(The silence between them is thick. Liam glances at her—half-curious, half-frustrated. She looks calm, annoyingly calm, like she’s used to dealing with reckless idiots.)
Liam North
(gruffly)
You never answered my question. What were you doing in the middle of the road?
(The GIRL barely looks up.)
Mia wood
(flatly)
Walking
Liam North
(sarcastic)
At this hour?
Mia wood
(shrugging)
I like night walks. Didn’t expect to nearly get flattened by a speeding maniac.
(LIAM exhales sharply. He looks away, his fingers tapping against his arm. He’s never been good at talking, but something about her makes him want to.)
Liam North
(hesitant, muttering)
…Didn’t mean to scare you.
(The girl blinks, looking at him properly for the first time. Something shifts in her face—like she wasn’t expecting an apology.)
Mia wood
(tilting her head)
Huh. So you can be polite.
Liam North
(LIAM rolls his eyes, but there’s a small, reluctant smirk tugging at his lips.)
(A pair of headlights approach in the distance. The tow truck finally pulls up, its bright beams cutting through the darkness.)
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