Dialogue color: blueviolet
As she rounded the corner, Trish saw a familiar, dark haired man sitting on the park bench. She'd seen him and her father in a few, apparently heated arguments, and her father had warned her to stay away from him. She saw him everyday on her run, as if he was just waiting for her. "Don't you have anything better to do than sit on a park bench at 8:30 in the morning, just waiting for me to run by?" She asked, a slight smirk on her lips as she looked down at the guy, her hands on her hips.
He'd been showing up a lot since the accident that had nearly ended her life. She'd been with her boyfriend, coming back from a day at the beach, they'd been arguing about him flirting with another girl. He wasn't pay attention to the road, veered into the other lane of traffic and they were hit by an eighteen wheeler. Her boyfriend died at the scene, as the semi had impacted his side of the car head on. She coded a few times, but the paramedics and doctors were able to keep her alive, she was very lucky. Now all she had as reminders of the accident were a few scars.
Trish shook her head slightly, shaking the thoughts away. "My dad said I was to call the cops if I saw you hanging around." She said, tilting her head to the side slightly as she studied him, but made no move to grab her phone.