Her head had hit the asphalt in a loud<span style="font-style: italic">thud</span>. "Aw fuck... That's gonna hurt in the morning", Noemi mummbled, sitting up only to rub her head. The Prius had driven right past her, but came back.<br/><br/>Maybe he had thought he'd hit her? Nah, people actually<span style="font-style: italic">enjoy </span>doing hit and runs these days. Maybe he heard her compliment to him? Nah, only some type of supernatural being would. And those are only fairytales. Or, at least that's what she wanted to believe. A sharp ringing sound pierced her ears as her head throbbed.<br/><br/>As if in the blink of an eye, a male, presumably the driver of the vehicle, stood before her. "Hello. My name is Justin. Who might you be, miss?", he cooed. His hand was held out in some sort of greeting gesture. She stood, astonished. He towered her by at four inches. He looked like he could've been a student at the university near by. Justin donned a dusty blonde hair in a buzz cut, his emerald eyes peek out behind glasses. It seemd as if he didnt know he was pure beauty; only wearing a simple pair of jeans and  a shirt with  Skechers sneakers.<br/><br/>Back to reality, she put out her hand to shake his and said, wincing at times, "Pleasure to be of your aquaintence, Justin. So glad you didn't hit me with your damn racecar over there. I nearly<span style="font-weight: bold">died</span>!". Noemi chuckled a bit, smiling one of her infamous "crooked yet sweet smiles where her eyes twinkled just a bit". "I'm Noemi Genovese", she mummbled, continuing to shake his hand. The pain didn't really matter at this point. She was face to face with a<span style="font-weight: bold">god</span>.