WAY on the other side of the parking lot. Agents side. A long walk. In heels. Which she did on the phone to her insurance company, though she did as they said and admitted no fault. Also said nothing about playful banter, at least on her side. Did say something about the possibility of Mr. Webb and/or his insurance company being jerks about it since the car she'd hit was an Aston Martin.

She hung up with no good news and sighed as she walked into the Agency. Bad day was worse and so she headed to the coffee stand. Ugh.