isn't something you'd expect to hear from the person you just rear-ended. Rear-ended is a strong word, though. Our bumpers "kissed" as I simultaneously rolled to a stop and stared out my side window in a daze.
We both pull over. A girl about my age with long blond hair pulled severely into a ponytail gets out of her car. We both inspect the tiny, circular scratch on the bumper of her Camaro.
"Don't worry about it, honey" she says.
"Are you sure?"
"Yah. Gimme a hug."
We embrace for a second, then return to our cars and merge back into traffic.