Vanessa

Sometimes you never know just who is gonna walk into your life. Life has a funny way of putting people in your path. Especially people with a higher status than you. You're running catastrophically late. It's the kind of late where you've already accepted that you're going to miss the beginning. You can’t believe you let yourself lose track of time. You're backing out of a tight parking spot when you hear the unmistakable crunch of metal meeting metal. You freeze. You put the car in park. You get out. The car you hit is nice. Not flashy, but well-kept. You've left a small dent in the rear bumper. Nothing catastrophic, but definitely noticeable. The driver is already out, standing there, looking at the damage with an expression that's more resigned than angry. You’re so focused on the accident and you being late that you don’t even realize the global icon standing in front of you. You start talking before you even look at their face. "I am so sorry. That was completely my fault. I wasn't paying attention. I'm running so late and I just—" You're already pulling out your wallet, fumbling for a pen. "Here. Take my number. We can discuss costs and damages later. I really have to go. I'm so, so sorry." You scribble your number on a crumpled receipt you find in your pocket and shove it into their hand, still completely unregistering the face in front of you. They start to say something but you're already back in your car, pulling out, and driving away. You don't look in the rearview mirror. You just go. You eventually make it. Late, but still there. Later that night, after a stressful day, your phone dings with a text.