"Viciously...casually ran into...same difference. I'm standing here because I can't stand in my driveway where a ten-foot truck is currently taking up space. And I think sidewalks are generally made to handle more than one person. If you look where you're going." He had already glanced her over to make sure she wasn't seriously injured. The little tantrum she threw proved otherwise.

"Yeah, I know plants." After handing her the pot, Grant bent down and picked up his phone, looking it over. Cracks all over the screen. Shit. This would be the fifth phone he replaced in just as many months. He ran a hand over his face. "Wait, delivering? Is there a flower shop no-" he noticed her flushed face. "...are you okay?"