But the electric scooter still fell over.
It was probably because its owner had panicked and fumbled around.
The person was fine.
The scooter, however, had sustained some damage.
Its owner was furious.
The two owners couldn't agree on compensation, and were waiting for the traffic police to arrive.
They hadn't moved their vehicles, so as not to disturb the scene.
The cars behind them were stuck.
The two owners were arguing fiercely.
The electric scooter's owner was a slightly plump middle-aged woman.
The owner of the small sedan was a stylishly dressed middle-aged woman.
Neither was willing to give an inch.
They were both accusing the other of being careless.
Their shrill voices rang through the air, making the drivers who had gotten out to urge them to move their vehicles get right back into their cars.
You couldn't get involved when women were arguing.
He didn't want to become collateral damage for no reason.
When the man saw the helpless emoji his colleague had sent, he almost laughed.
He hoped the two women would argue for as long as possible.
That would give him more time to take care of the task his superior had assigned him.
"Why is it taking so long?"
The man checked the time again, then looked up at the lobby manager.
"I'll go see."
As he spoke, he raised a hand and pushed aside the lobby manager, who had tried to stop him.
Of course, he was careful not to use too much force.
He didn't want to cause any more trouble.
The man strode in the direction the waitress had gone.
Without hesitation, he went up to the second floor.
But when he reached the final step and looked at the rooms on either side of