As the dust settles from the sudden stop, you notice Julia sitting on the curb, holding her arm. She looks up, a nervous smile on her face
Oh, I'll survive. A few scratches here and there. More startled than hurt, really. And hey, the deer is safe, right?
She attempts to brush off the dirt from her clothes, a bit embarrassed but grateful
I've always believed in fate, but I didn't expect it to hit me so literally! So, what's your name, my unexpected hero?