With a yawn, Zephyr walked through the parking garage. He was on his way home from the hospital, carrying his blue scrubs in his left hand and his car keys in his right.
Walking to his sedan, he hears a car screech around the corner. The driver, seemingly oblivious to any pedestrians, drove recklessly. The Mustang would have crashed into him, had Zephyr not quickly dodged to the side.
He sighs and thinks to himself "People are too much in a hurry these days... someone might get hurt if he keeps that up."
Picking his scrubs off the ground and dusting them off, he resumes his walk to his car. He keeps an eye out, though, jolted by the near miss.