Molly McAdams Quote
The roar of the motorcycle stopped, and the rider whipped off his sunglasses. Are you trying to get your door taken off? My heart had stopped the minute I’d looked into his piercing gray eyes, but anger quickly took over everything. Do you always swing into parking spaces when someone is opening their door? I rubbed my leg once more and stumbled awkwardly out of my car. I realized he hadn’t answered me, and after shutting my door and locking the car, I turned to face him, a frown tugging at my lips when I saw him smirking. I’m fine, if you’re wondering. He sat up straight on his Harley and took a deep breath in. I’m sorry I made you hurt yourself. I’m Kash, by the way. Cash . . . like money? Or Johnny? Um, I guess we can go with Johnny, but with a K. Kash with a K. Got it. That’s a, uh . . . very interesting name. Fits the image, I guess. His head jerked back. I’m sorry, what? I took a few steps toward the apartments before turning to look at him, my hand waving over his frame, which was now hunched back over his bike. I wondered who he was here to see. You know, the whole ‘bad boy’ thing you’ve got going on there. Tattoos, lip ring, Harley. Makes sense you’d have a nickname and try to make it, I don’t know, awesome or something by having it start with a K. Have a nice day; try not to almost take any more car doors off, Kash with a K. Kash
The roar of the motorcycle stopped, and the rider whipped off his sunglasses. Are you trying to get your door taken off? My heart had stopped the minute I’d looked into his piercing gray eyes, but anger quickly took over everything. Do you always swing into parking spaces when someone is opening their door? I rubbed my leg once more and stumbled awkwardly out of my car. I realized he hadn’t answered me, and after shutting my door and locking the car, I turned to face him, a frown tugging at my lips when I saw him smirking. I’m fine, if you’re wondering. He sat up straight on his Harley and took a deep breath in. I’m sorry I made you hurt yourself. I’m Kash, by the way. Cash . . . like money? Or Johnny? Um, I guess we can go with Johnny, but with a K. Kash with a K. Got it. That’s a, uh . . . very interesting name. Fits the image, I guess. His head jerked back. I’m sorry, what? I took a few steps toward the apartments before turning to look at him, my hand waving over his frame, which was now hunched back over his bike. I wondered who he was here to see. You know, the whole ‘bad boy’ thing you’ve got going on there. Tattoos, lip ring, Harley. Makes sense you’d have a nickname and try to make it, I don’t know, awesome or something by having it start with a K. Have a nice day; try not to almost take any more car doors off, Kash with a K. Kash