Girl Bike Accident Love - Makeover & Dressup
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Zoe sprinted along the park’s sun-dappled path, her ponytail bouncing with each step, until a rogue bicycle cut across her path. The collision sent her sprawling, knees scraping gravel, and Zack—the bike’s flustered owner—dropped to her side before the dust settled. His hands trembled as he fished antiseptic wipes from his backpack, dabbing gently at her bloodied wound, their awkward small talk punctuated by her stifled winces. Hours later, back in his cramped apartment, Zack couldn’t shake the memory: her breathless laugh when he’d apologized, the way sunlight caught her smudged eyeliner, the hitch in her voice when she’d said *thanks, really*. He paced past midnight, replaying it all, until his fridge hummed a taunting reminder—he’d forgotten to ask her number. But fate, it seemed, wasn’t done with them. The next morning, a knock rattled his door. There stood Zoe, bandage peeking under torn jeans, holding the gym bag he’d left at the scene. “You’re lucky,” she grinned, tossing it at his chest. “Most guys just buy girls coffee.”
