Maya's heart jumped out of her chest as a car bumped into her pickup truck while she was parking it.
Maya stepped out of her truck to assess the damage as she heard a shuddering noise. Both headlights were broken
Maya felt like crying as she gazed at the damage done to the headlights of her beloved pickup truck. Then she remembered that she had enough money to fix it, and her gloom was replaced by anger directed towards the culprit who did this to her truck.
Maya heard girlish laughter coming from the Range Rover SV that had bumped into her pickup truck. Maya's rage intensified.
"Oh, did I just bump into a truck belonging to one of the staff who works here ?" Charlotte said snarkily as she stepped out of the driver's seat of the Range Rover SV.
"Oh, Maya, this is your truck. I'm so sorry."
Maya wishes looks could kill, like she would have killed Charlotte a million times with her deadly stare.