When he barreled out of the car to apologize and help in any way he could, he never expected to see those eyes. He wanted to drown in them, no matter she probably wouldn’t want anything to do with the guy who just hit her with his car. The wind swept her dark hair out of her face just as he turned his head toward her, and Kaali was lost the second she shifted her gaze onto him. She didn't say a word as he knelt in front of her, her eyebrows quirking in confusion.
He meant to apologize immediately, but he still couldn't quite find his voice. He settled for extending his hand to help her up if she chose to take it, desperately hoping she would take it. He forgot how to breathe when her hand slipped into his. He forgot why he was even there in the first place, why he'd hit her at all. He forgot all words but three, "I'm so sorry."
She brushed herself off, dropping his hand in the process of checking herself for injuries. "I wasn't looking," she admitted, glancing up as she tucked a lock of hair behind her ear. An awkward half-smile settled on her face, not knowing what to do with the slack-jawed man who just hit her with his car standing in front of her.
He tried not to gasp the air back into his lungs as he extended his hand once more. "Kaali."
The half-smile softened a fraction, and she once again slipped her hand into his for a firm handshake. "Meera."
The timing of everything…he should have seen her coming.
He always saw her too late.