Smash Into You

Another day off wasted, sat around waiting for those around him to hurry up and do their jobs. Pushing up the sleeve of his leather jacket, he glanced at his watch one more time. Sitting in the DMV for forty minutes hadn't been on his agenda. For the life of him he couldn't figure out how he had lost his divers licence, and of course only living in America on a work visa made everything that much more complicated.

Stu glanced to his left; a man in his 60's sat flicking through a news paper, breathing heavily through his nose. Sighing heavily he hoped the man would take the hint and shut up, but to no avail. The place was empty, yet nothing was happening. His eyes shielded behind sunglasses travelled around the room, stopping outside on his prized black Range Rover. It was big, comfortable and most importantly he fit into it. His legs were stretched out in front of him, arms not folded against his chest. No one had recognised him, something that was rare now. Everyone knew the city was full of wrestlers, most of whom now were relaxing at home on their day off. He cursed them under his breath.

Feeling his phone vibrate in his jean pocket, he quickly pulled it out, opening the new message in the inbox. '4pm at MacDinton's. You're buying the drinks.' Stu laughed to himself upon seeing Drew's message. The native Scotsman had taken to getting out as much as possible, especially after his messy divorce earlier in the year. And if Stephen was with them, it was bound to be just like old times.

"Stuart Bennett." The sharp voice slicing through the silence of the DMV made Stu lift his head up from his phone. A small chubby middle aged woman was staring back at him, her dainty glasses perched on the edge of her nose, a collection of papers clutched in one hand. Standing up, he made his way to the counter.

"That's me." Stu smirked, trying to charm the old lady but she rolled her eyes.

"Here is your new licence at the cost of fifty dollars."

"A dollar per minute I had to wait, right?" Stu couldn't help himself, but he quickly grabbed his walled and handed over a card. The woman took it from him with a disapproving look but not saying a word. She dropped the papers to the counter and proceeded to take Stu's money from him.

An almighty crash outside made Stu jump and spin around. His eyes landed on his car and the flashy red Ferrari that had just slammed into it. Cursing under his breath, he shot out of the building faced with the damage and carnage before him. Running a hand through his hair he figured his day couldn't get any worse, though his car hadn't come off worse.

"Oh my god, this is just my luck." Hearing the sound of a female, he watched a leggy brunette climb out of the car, sunglasses being pushed up to the top of her head. Her handbag was swinging from the crook of her arm, the heels on her feet giving some explanation as to why she had driven into his car.

"Excuse me." Stu spoke up, trying to get the woman's attention, but she seemed oblivious to everything around her.

"Is that your car?" Stopping in her tracks she pointed to his Range Rover that her car was now attached to.

"The one you drove into? Yes that's mine." Stu knew he was being condescending, but the girl needed someone to shake her and wake her up.

"I'm so sorry." She lifted her handbag up, slinging it onto the roof of the car. Rooting through it she pulled out a pen and stormed over to him. A few people were milling around, watching the scene unfold. Stu was a little bewildered by the woman's actions, growing curious as she moved around the car to walk up to him. Taking him by surprise, she reached for his right hand, wrapping her small hand around the tips of his fingers to steady him. He could only watch on as she started to write down some numbers. "This is my boss' car, and he's probably going to kill me." She laughed nervously, reading over the number she had written on his hand without asking.

"Karlie." Stu read out the name that was jotted underneath the number as she let go of his hand.

"Call me and I'll cover the costs." In a flash she was rushing back to her car, grabbing her bag from the roof then speeding away.

Stu mumbled to himself, amazed that his day was proving to be worse than he thought. Inspecting the damage on his car, it wasn't too bad. Thinking it would be worse, he tried to calm down. It wasn't the end of the world, Stu looked down to his hand, reading the name once more, and if Karlie was willing to pay for the damage who was h to complain. After all it was her fault.

Running his hand over the stubble covering his jaw line, he figured he should store Karlie's number in his phone, not wanting to pay for the damage himself. Whilst walking back into the building, he saved her number, but he had been pushed out of his place in the queue. The woman that had been dealing with him was now talking to a woman with a crying baby in her arms. He didn't have time to wait.

"I'm sorry to interrupt, but I was here first." Stu tried his best to not to sound irritated but he was failing.

"You left." The woman looked over her glasses, a smile not once appearing on her face.

"Some crazy woman crashed into my car." Stu protested, earning dirty looks from both women. "I just want my card and my licence, and I'll be gone." Stu prayed she would agree and let him get on with the rest of his day.

"Fine." The woman picked up Stu's belongings and shoved him into his hand. So much for customer service. He mumbled a thank you, and headed out to his car. Climbing into the driver's seat, he threw down the paper work onto the passenger's side and let out a sigh. Already 3.30pm, he decided to drive straight on down to MacDinton's to see Drew and hopefully Stephen, that was of course unless something else came up.