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After he had sped off down the street, Evan furrowed her brows as she began to head towards her destination.  Was it just her, or did he seem slightly familiar?  She could never be too sure - Evan saw over dozens of people a day, customers and people that just pissed her off when they got in her way.  Though a peculiar name like Wilee would be difficult to forget.  He was named after the freaking coyote, for God's sake.  Evan shook her head as she shrugged it off.  She'd have to think about it later - if this package came any more late, she'd really never hear the end of it back at the call center.

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Evan sucked in air between her teeth as she glanced at his arm, imagining the pain he probably endured.  ”I’ll say,” she agreed, shaking her head.  Just thinking about taxi drivers made her furious.  Evan paused, before holding up her index finger and turning to pull the sleeve of her shirt to expose a portion of her shoulder.  There was a thin, pink scar that extended from her shoulder blade to underneath her arm.  ”I work at a messenger courier company, and during my first week, I had to get stitches avoiding a car door that opened out of nowhere,” she explained, running her finger along the familiar texture of the scar.  ”At least you have a cooler story to tell,” Evan added, a small grin spreading across her face.

Suddenly, her phone started to beep.  It was the alarm she had set for the time she was suppose to deliver the package.  Evan was late.  ”Shit,” she muttered, frantically pulling her phone out of a side compartment of her bag, to shut the alarm off.  ”I have to go,” she replied, sounding a bit reluctant.  ”But, hey - if you ever need anything, like I don’t know…something delivered?” Evan laughed, as she mounted her bike.  ”Ring me up at RoadRunner.  My name’s Evan.” 

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Evan sucked in air between her teeth as she glanced at his arm, imagining the pain he probably endured.  "I'll say," she agreed, shaking her head.  Just thinking about taxi drivers made her furious.  Evan paused, before holding up her index finger and turning to pull the sleeve of her shirt to expose a portion of her shoulder.  There was a thin, pink scar that extended from her shoulder blade to underneath her arm.  "I work at a messenger courier company, and during my first week, I had to get stitches avoiding a car door that opened out of nowhere," she explained, running her finger along the familiar texture of the scar.  "At least you have a cooler story to tell," Evan added, a small grin spreading across her face.

Suddenly, her phone started to beep.  It was the alarm she had set for the time she was suppose to deliver the package.  Evan was late.  "Shit," she muttered, frantically pulling her phone out of a side compartment of her bag, to shut the alarm off.  "I have to go," she replied, sounding a bit reluctant.  "But, hey - if you ever need anything, like I don't know...something delivered?" Evan laughed, as she mounted her bike.  "Ring me up at RoadRunner.  My name's Evan." 

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He laughed at the ‘death on wheels’ comment. “Yeah, I totally understand that.” He mumbled before she asked if he was going to be alright. He blinked. He didn’t know people from roadrunner could be this nice - they only seemed to be nice when all the bikers were drunk at a bar somewhere.

“I’ll be fine, probably just take my meds a bit early. I’m actually recovering from a cab hittin’ me.” He held up his bandaged arm. “Shattered the back window of a cab. Had to have surgery on my arm and got a few broken ribs in the process.” Then he smiled like it was nothing. “Just glad I didn’t go through the back of this car.”

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Evan threw her arms up incredulously, her mouth slightly agape at his outburst.  Turning her gaze to the pavement, she stared at it as he continued to go on.  Her attention didn't need to be wasted on that.  Had he not heard her?  She had just offered to pay to get his bike fixed, and he was still trying to tell her off.  Really, if it had been anyone else in the city, they'd be long gone by the time he flew off his bike.  

When he stopped, Evan finally looked back up and gave him a short nod in response to his apology.  Uncrossing her arms, she replied, "Assuming that I don't wake up in the morning looking for people to screw over..." her tone slightly humorous, "What else is it ever?  They're practically death on wheels." Evan shook her head.  "But really, are you going to be alright?  You looked like you were going to pass out before."

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Evan let out another sigh, now feeling a bit anxious as she eyed the time on her phone.  Her delivery was going to be a bit late - something that never happened.  Evan was the best in her company, and if news got out that she finally delivered a late package, she will never hear the end of it.  But maybe Wes would stop making passes at her if she wasn’t at the top anymore.  That’s one positive outcome.

Brushing the loose hairs that escaped from her helmet away from her eyes, she watched him rush to his bike.  Evan furrowed her brows at him, in confusion and partially in disbelief.  ”…what the hell was what?” she asked him, crossing her arms.

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Evan let out another sigh, now feeling a bit anxious as she eyed the time on her phone.  Her delivery was going to be a bit late - something that never happened.  Evan was the best in her company, and if news got out that she finally delivered a late package, she will never hear the end of it.  But maybe Wes would stop making passes at her if she wasn't at the top anymore.  That's one positive outcome.

Brushing the loose hairs that escaped from her helmet away from her eyes, she watched him rush to his bike.  Evan furrowed her brows at him, in confusion and partially in disbelief.  "...what the hell was what?" she asked him, crossing her arms.

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She eyed him skeptically as he muttered, ready to backtalk him for his response, until she realized he looked absolutely miserable.  Whether it was from the fall or something else totally unrelated, she didn’t know.  Evan was never really one to pry in someone’s else’s private life.  If she didn’t ask about theirs, she expected them to do the same.  Evan understood that people didn’t always want to expose every bit of their life story with others.  Everything before New York was something she didn’t share.  

But whatever was bothering him, it was his expression that made her feel a tinge more guilty. Evan let out a sigh.  ”Look, if there are any damages on you or your bike, I’ll be willing to pay for whatever I can,” she said, now looking up at him as he stood.

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She eyed him skeptically as he muttered, ready to backtalk him for his response, until she realized he looked absolutely miserable.  Whether it was from the fall or something else totally unrelated, she didn't know.  Evan was never really one to pry in someone's else's private life.  If she didn't ask about theirs, she expected them to do the same.  Evan understood that people didn't always want to expose every bit of their life story with others.  Everything before New York was something she didn't share.  

But whatever was bothering him, it was his expression that made her feel a tinge more guilty. Evan let out a sigh.  "Look, if there are any damages on you or your bike, I'll be willing to pay for whatever I can," she said, now looking up at him as he stood.

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The moment Evan heard a loud smack after her outburst with the taxi, she quickly looked over to see what had happened.  A man wearing a helmet was lying on the sidewalk, struggling to get up as his bicycle lay beside a parked car, one of it’s wheels still spinning.  Wait.  It was the cyclist she had cut off.

“Shit,” she muttered under her breath, before hurriedly hopping off her bike and throwing it against another parked car.  Jogging over to the man, she crouched down her hands cautiously wrapped around his arm to try and help him up.   “Are you alright?” Evan asked, her eyes darting around his face.  Med school would have been really helpful right now.

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The moment Evan heard a loud smack after her outburst with the taxi, she quickly looked over to see what had happened.  A man wearing a helmet was lying on the sidewalk, struggling to get up as his bicycle lay beside a parked car, one of it's wheels still spinning.  Wait.  It was the cyclist she had cut off.

"Shit," she muttered under her breath, before hurriedly hopping off her bike and throwing it against another parked car.  Jogging over to the man, she crouched down her hands cautiously wrapped around his arm to try and help him up.   "Are you alright?" Evan asked, her eyes darting around his face.  Med school would have been really helpful right now.

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“I’m not interested, Wes,” Evan replied almost irritably, as she poured herself a cup of water, absentmindedly shutting the fridge closed with her foot. 

“Oh come on Ev, I know you’re just playing hard to get -“

She let out a loud exaggerated laugh.  “So, is that what their calling rejection now?”

Wes stared at her dumbly for a moment before speaking again.  “You know, you’re beautiful when you’re sarcastic.”

Evan rolled her eyes and let out a sigh. “I don’t have time for this right now.  Nick!  What the address on my next package?”

“253 61st Street!” Nick answered, perking his head up while looking between her and Wes.  He nods at him.  “Wes, your ego is looking particularly bulbous today.”

She let out a chuckle, before using that as a chance to slip away.

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Evan sped down 7th Avenue, her company bag securely fastened across her chest.  She had five minutes left to make it to 61st, and she was only a couple of blocks away.  Just need to pass this main street -

“BEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEP.”

She suddenly swerved her bike to the side, cutting off another bicyclist to keep herself from slamming into a speeding taxi.

“IT’S NOT YOUR LIGHT YOU FUCKING JACKASS!” Evan yelled, slamming her fist against the taxi’s passenger window as it passed. 

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"I'm not interested, Wes," Evan replied almost irritably, as she poured herself a cup of water, absentmindedly shutting the fridge closed with her foot. 

"Oh come on Ev, I know you're just playing hard to get -"

She let out a loud exaggerated laugh.  "So, is that what their calling rejection now?"

Wes stared at her dumbly for a moment before speaking again.  "You know, you're beautiful when you're sarcastic."

Evan rolled her eyes and let out a sigh. "I don't have time for this right now.  Nick!  What the address on my next package?"

"253 61st Street!" Nick answered, perking his head up while looking between her and Wes.  He nods at him.  "Wes, your ego is looking particularly bulbous today."

She let out a chuckle, before using that as a chance to slip away.

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Evan sped down 7th Avenue, her company bag securely fastened across her chest.  She had five minutes left to make it to 61st, and she was only a couple of blocks away.  Just need to pass this main street -

"BEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEP."

She suddenly swerved her bike to the side, cutting off another bicyclist to keep herself from slamming into a speeding taxi.

"IT'S NOT YOUR LIGHT YOU FUCKING JACKASS!" Evan yelled, slamming her fist against the taxi's passenger window as it passed. 

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Nearly got trampled by a stampeed of women heading into a sample sale while biking up to the UES.

Taxis don't have nothing on women and their discounted Prada.

Seriously though.  That was life threatening.

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It's got to be my Nikon FM10.  I treat it like it's my baby.  But I'd be a bad biker if I didn't say my bicycle.