Martin Garrix Imagines

Car crash

*Amsterdam, Monday, 8:24 AM*
Your POV:

Fuck, I will come too late. My boss will kill me.

With a sandwich in your mouth you rush out of the kitchen to the hallway to put your jacket and shoes on. You overslept this morning, now you have only 15 minutes left to get to work.
Besides going to university you have a part time job in a clothing store.
You need this job, since you have to pay the rent for your own flat.
Hastily you grab the car keys and take your bag and run to your car. Quickly you get inside and start the engine.

Your work is in the centre of Amsterdam, it will surely take you more than ten minutes, since the morning hours are the busiest of the day.
Though you are not really a fan of reckless driving you try to overtake as many cars as possible. Your action stops when you arrive at a crossroad, which is currently showing red light in your direction.
You bite your lip in nervousness, this is one of your habits when you are stressed out.

After a while the traffic light turns green, the cars start driving again. As you want to leave the crosswalk, you spot the yellow light flashing up, indicating that it will turn red in a few seconds. You accelerate your car, hoping that you would not cross the street during red light.
Everything happens too quick and you feel your car being roughly hit from the side. Luckily it is the passenger's side and you don't get hurt. After a moment of just staring at the wheel you turn around to find a big black BMW to your right side. The left sidelight of the BMW has shattered to many pieces, you fear what your car might look like now.

Taking a deep breath you get out of the car and walk furiously to the other driver.
Not trying to control your emotions you knock on the driver's window loudly.
Only some seconds later the door opens and a young male gets out of the car, holding his head desperately.
"Hey dude, are you so stupid to understand that my traffic light still showed yellow?", you ask angrily and turn around to look at your car.
A huge dent on the side makes your car look like an hourglass, you could cry at the sight.
"Oh god, I am so sorry. I am in a hurry I didn't see you. I will of course bear the damage."
"Do we have to call the police?", you ask him, you actually have no idea what to do right now.
"I don't think so, unless you are hurt."
You turn around to look at him in order to make sure, that he is also not injured.

All of a sudden you feel very sheepish as your eyes meet his ones. In the first moment you didn't take a clear look at him, only your car mattered.
He is actually very handsome, handsome is not even the right word. He looks terrifyingly hot, and I just swore at him some moments ago.

"Are you okay?", the guy's voice makes you snap out of your thoughts.
"Uhhh, yes I guess so. You too?", you ask shyly and quickly look away.
This is crazy.
"Yeah, I am fine. I think we should exchange our numbers so that we can manage this issue. Is this okay to you?", he wonders and gets his phone out of his pocket.
"Okay, this is a good idea.", you tell and lean on your car.

After a while he gets closer to you and gives you his mobile phone.
"Please give me your number. I will call you then.", he asks you and you take it.
You try to type your number, but you fail your attempt. Your hands shake too bad.
Whether it's because of the adrenaline or something else?
Now you slowly feel the shock spreading in your body.
"Wait, I can do it. You just have tell me your number.", he says calmly and gets a little bit closer to you.
You give him his phone back and take a deep breath, trying to calm down.
With a shaky voice you finally tell him your phone number, some moments later he calls you, so that you have his number as well.
"I am Martijn, and what's your name?"
"I am Y/N."
"Okay, I got it. I am really sorry for that. I will pay it."
"And I am sorry, that I insulted you."
"It's okay. I mean you were right.", he says with a smile.
"Would you mind, if we sort this out at another opportunity? I am coming too late for work. My boss will kill me."
"No, I am fine with that. I am also in a hurry."
"Alright, I'll contact you.", you say and walk to the driver's side of your car.
Before you get in your car you throw a glance to the guy, who looks at his car, but in a moment you see him turning around to look at you. A smirk forms on his lips, making your stomach flutter awkwardly.

Ashamed you get in the car, so that he can't see you getting red like a tomato. Trying to play it cool you start the engine and start driving the street down.
Well, what a weird encounter...