She bounced her leg in her seat as she tried to see through the windshield. She was scared for the young man on the ground, she felt helpless sitting in her car, alone. It surprised her when she saw the man stand, she didn't think that he would be able to after such an impact.  She watched, wincing for him as she saw the nasty cut across his forehead. She felt so useless in this damn car.<br/><br/>She watched as he shoved away the prying hands of worried passerby. He shoved his way through the crowd, and it thoroughly surprised her, he had to have been hurt to some extent? Her family stood there as he stumbled away, completely unconcerned for his well being. The driver ran a hand through his hair as the man shouted explicits in his direction, offering him a sympathetic smile. His arrogance made her crack a smile, it wasn't everyday that someone had the guts to cuss out a Montgomery to their face, it's usually done behind their backs.<br/><br/>The crowd began to disperse as her family shouted at them to move, the driver climbing back into the drivers' seat, her family taken their place in the car. Charlotte looked to them in horror, complete disgust across her face. "You're actually going to let him wander off, what if he's hurt? You hit him!" She was absolutely furious, but she knew they didn't care.<br/><br/>"He's fine, besides, he's not important. He's a mere mechanic, he means nothing." Her father spoke, dismissively.<br/><br/>"Unfortunately, we will have to cancel brunch with Justin and his family. We can reschedule for another day." Her mother chimed in, not even looking up from her tablet that laid in her lap. Charlotte was beyond furious, but she knew that arguing would do nothing. "Who was he?"<br/><br/>"Oh that was uh..Ethan...McDaniel? I think, an asshole at that. I got his name from a couple of the people around him, they seem to know him pretty well. Complete dick." For once, her brother stating something remotely helpful, and she took note of the name.<br/><br/>--<br/><br/>As they arrived back at home, she stepped out of the car alone. Her parents and brother had a company conference to go to, and they let her off the hook in exchange for her furthering their robotic project that was currently in the testing stage. Though she didn't plan to work on that project today.<br/><br/>As soon as she closed the door behind her, she sprinted up the stairs and logged onto her computer. To be better safe than sorry from the prying eyes of her parent, she switched her browser into private mode, clicking the search bar and typing up "Ethan McDaniel". She wanted to find out who he was, she wanted to show him that not every Montgomery was such an uncaring snob. After a handful of hours doing countless database searches, home listings and contacting some honorable locals, she finally was able to get her hands on Ethan's home address. If he would be there was a whole different question, but this was a start.<br/><br/>She changed clothes into something less... eye catching, and pulled on some black leggings and a sweatshirt. She let her hair fall over her shoulders, and she thought to herself for a moment. She wanted to bring him something, as sort of an 'I'm sorry we hit you with out car' sort of gesture. She decided that, without somehow offending the man, she would make him cookies. She couldn't pride herself in many cooking related skill, but she could definitely pull off cookies.<br/><br/>After she gathered the cookies on a small plate, she grabbed her keys from her nightstand and stuffed her phone and keys in a small bag. She knew that there would be a chance she would be recognized, and as stated before, not everyone liked her family, but she didn't worry about that. All she worried about was the young man who had been injured early that morning, and she couldn't help but feel extremely guilty for the actions in which she had no control over.<br/><br/>She didn't want her parents to find out what she spent her time doing, so she decided to walk down to the lower district around the area in which Ethan was hit, and she climbed on a bus. She gave the driver the address and the older man gave her a sweet smile. She knew her way around the city, she tended to wander it if she found the time, or if she simply needed to clear her head. Unlike her family, she did not find that money solved anything. As the bus eventually pulled up to the specified building, she let go of the handle that she held and she walked to the front of the bus. She gave the old man a smile, which he returned, and decided to give him one of the cookies that she had made. Her actions made his smile grow, and she wished him a great day before hopping off the bus, taking a look around.<br/><br/>There were groups of people scattered on the street, and a few of them turned their attention to Charlotte as she made her way into the building. She took a couple glances around her, a little nervous before pushing the door open. She walked through the dim hallway, taking note of the cracking within the walls and the occasional flickering of the lights up above her head. She walked a few flights of stairs before she located the number on the door which matched that of the one on her tiny slip of paper.<br/><br/>She took a deep breath, running her fingers through her hair before she raised her hand to the door, knocking gently.