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Kori doesn't even have a destination in mind. Really, he just wants to get away from those judgmental people's stares and Zamir fuckin' Brown. That nigga really had some fucking nerve to say that bullshit. He really put the blame on him, huh? Sure, yeah, it was his fault that he got into a car accident because a truck driver couldn't keep his hands off alcohol--
"Oof!"
His hands shoot out, grabbing the girl by her waist before she can fall completely. He steadies her by keeping his hands on her hips. "Shit, my bad shorty. I wasn't looking..." His words die in his throat once he finally processes who he's seeing.
Veronika Turner.
"Uh, thank you," she mumbles, looking just as shocked as him. They stare at each other for what could've been minutes or hours before Kori finally snaps out of it and lets her go.
He clears his throat awkwardly, "Sorry."
"You're fine,"
"Are you good?"
She nods a little too quick, "Yeah, it didn't hurt. You just surprised me."
"Okay, that's good,"
"Sure is."
"Mhm."
"Yeah."
They awkwardly stare at each other again before Kori finally gives in and nods towards the door, "Okay, well, I'm finna bounce. Have a good night, aight?"
He turns around and is three steps (three!) away from freedom when he hears her voice sound, "Kori, wait."
He sighs and looks over her shoulder, "Yeah?"
She walks up to him, hands held to her stomach nervously, "I... I owe you an apology."
