Offer+to+pay+for+the+repairs

Staring at the angry woman in apology, you ask hesitantly, "I'm sorry, ma'am, you are?"

"DONT YOU KNOW?! ...SVETLANA OF COURSE. Gosh, do you realize what this is going to cost? Do you understand how mad daddy is going to be when he sees this?" As she speaks her name, you easily recognize it from the news... She's the princess of the country! They'd painted her to be a rather delicate, proper woman, and you're quite taken back by her remarks before you could even get a word out. Even so, there's something about her, something that makes you want to know her past all of her rage. Maybe its the way her hair shines in the light, the way she's not afraid to yell when she's mad, or maybe its her keen attitude she displays after the damage you've caused, but you can't shake it. "Listen, I-I'll pay for-" You try to offer an apology, but Svetlana's rage is still going, and she barely hears what you're saying.

"OH **//YEAH//** YOU WILL. You'll pay for all of it, and maybe even explain to my father what happened. Ugh, this is the last thing I need right now." Obviously frustrated, she pinches the bridge of her delicate nose, brow wrinkled as she concentrates on what she is going to say. You feel almost bad for the girl, knowing that her father is a strict man.

"Look, I'm really sorry," you explain, "Yes, I'll pay for all of it and whatever else you need me to do... I'll do it. I really am sorry, Princess."

Svetlana doesn't say anything. She just continues to stare at you, but after you've spoken, this confused look comes upon her porcelain-like face. She looks far from the crazy woman she'd seemed to be at one point, and smiling weakly at her, you dig in your pocket for the measly cash you have. Taking her manicured hand with your calloused one, you press the money into her warm palm before closing her fingers around it. For a moment, you sit there, her fist in your hands, and you both just stare at each-other for a moment. You can't help but notice her beauty. She is small, barely reaching your shoulder blades, with a rounded face and a halo of golden hair that falls in waves. Despite this, though, the only thing you can see are her exquisitely expressive eyes. Their warm brown irises capture you, tracing every feature of your face, and the light within them speaks a sadness that few could possibly know. As she watches you, you tug a hair through your dark, shaggy hair, inwardly cursing yourself for not shaving. It's just that you weren't really planning on winning over a girl today, much less the princess... As if awakening from a trance, Svetlana shakes her head quickly, the hardened look back in her once enrapturing eyes as she scoffs, "Well, at least you know your place, Farmer-boy. Do deem yourself lucky that I don't ask for your head as payment." Upturning her nose, she turns on her heel, though not without a final lingering glance at you. The princess storms away, back to her now dented vehicle, and you feel the urge to stop her. You want to know this girl, even if she's way out of your league... Still, you don't want to make the temperamental princess any angrier...

Do you call her back over? She might be a little nicer this time around, and maybe you could plan to see her again.

Or do you let her go? She doesn't look too happy...