007. Glass
Pieces of the motorcycle's front fender littered the ground like shards of glass. Maverick stood in Iceman's driveway, where his bike had been shoved to the hard concrete. Charlie, blonde and panting, stood nearby, clearly struggling not to regret the damage she'd intentionally inflicted.
"What the hell were you thinking, Charlie?! You're hurt, but that doesn't give you the right to do crazy shit like this!"
"You deserve worse. How could you, Pete?" she cried. "I broke your bike, but you broke my heart!"
"I know. I'm sorry. You deserve a better man than me, Charlie, so go find him."
