When the man bent down, he was very close to her, close enough that she could smell the faint and pleasant scent of his cologne.
"I'm sorry." The man's deep voice softly sounded in her ear, and before she could react, he had already closed the car door, walked to the other side, opened the door, and sat down, calmly starting the car.
If it weren't for the faint scent of his cologne still lingering at the tip of her nose, she would have thought his apology was just her imagination.
Her eyelashes lowered, and the corners of her mouth gently curved into a smile.
Such a proud person, it turns out, can also say sorry.
The car started and drove away, the sky gradually darkened, neon lights flickering on both sides, the night was just beginning.
The ringtone of a phone broke the silence inside the car.
