The traffic on the Road was rapidly devolving into a paralyzed gridlock of honking horns and frustrated commuters. Evelyn, her patience fraying, tried one last time to appeal to the man's logic.
"Sir, we are blocking the entire street," Evelyn said, her voice strained but professional. "Let's pull the cars to the side. I've already told you, I will take full responsibility for the damages."
"Pull to the side? You just want to make a run for it!" The man, a burly character with a thick gold necklace, was joined by a second man stepping out of the red Porsche. This newcomer was taller, wearing dark sunglasses and sporting a prominent tattoo that crawled up his neck. He had the unmistakable aura of a street-level thug.
"Logan, what's taking so long?" the man in sunglasses asked, shoving his hands into the pockets of his white trousers.
"Brother Zane, this girl says she'll pay for repairs," the one who was referred to as Logan replied respectfully.
