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Damaged goods

Ryan stamped on the brakes and cursed loudly, skidding to a halt inches behind the bumper of the jet-black VW Golf. It exuded signs of the quintessential boy-racer; fat exhaust, lowered suspension, and custom transfers, including one that read "Low n Wide" in case there was any doubt. A perfectly good car ruined by bad taste and money. Until that point, the journey home had been just like any other Wednesday, trying to find a station playing anything other than adverts, watching for police speed traps, and dodging rush hour traffic blackspots. A steady stream of cars overtook both him and the Golf as he craned his neck to see any signs of why the car had suddenly stopped short of the roundabout. In profile between the seats, its driver leant towards his female passenger. At first Ryan assumed they were about to kiss, but almost immediately noticed something wrong. The man's lips were curled and his mouth moved wide, chin jutting forward. Animated hand gestures joined the fray as the guy clearly started yelling within inches of the woman's face. She gave her fair share back, the fracas escalating and reaching boiling point until the nearside door swung open fast and she climbed out, handbag swinging wildly. With enough ferocity to cause the car to shake, she slammed the door and stalked the few steps to the pavement as her ride screeched off in a trail of burning rubber, narrowly missing a truck already on the roundabout, its horn blaring in defiance. The woman didn't even ...

... give the Golf a second look, focusing instead on a waist-high section of railing that barred her entrance to the pavement and bore the brunt of her rage. She thwacked it with her bag before hitching up her large-print floral business dress and trying to clamber over. Equal parts amused and concerned for her safety as more impatient drivers overtook to reach the roundabout, Ryan realised just before she came to the same conclusion that she was never going to make the other side without losing a serious amount of dignity or her heels. She stopped, snapped her head left and noticed that the railing only extended about ten or fifteen metres from the mouth of the roundabout. Ryan hit the indicators, rolled the car forward a few inches and buzzed down the window as she yanked her dress back into position and strode past. "Need a lift?" "Fuck off." "Seriously? Look around. Where are you gonna go?" She stopped, whirled on him, hands on curvy hips, glaring through the open window. "Are you deaf?" He cupped his hand behind his ear. "I can hear six lanes of motorway traffic beneath us and if I listen very carefully I can just make out the sound of the city a couple of miles that way. But suit yourself." He put the car in gear. "Wait!" She glanced left and right, considering her options. Ryan added, "It's no trouble. Would hate to leave you stranded out here when I could have helped." That wasn't strictly true. No act is selfless and she was pretty, even when riled. Chewing her lip a while ...