Meredith.
I had barely finished strapping myself in before Dennis slid into the driver's seat beside me, fingers already dancing over the controls.
The engine hummed to life, smooth and easy, as he glanced at me with a cheeky grin.
"So," he said, wiggling his brows, "watch closely. This is how you wake up a sleeping beast."
He pressed the clutch, shifted into gear, and let the car roll forward a little before bringing it to a stop again.
I watched him carefully. It was so easy.
Then he got out, motioned for me to take over. "Your turn," he said.
I didn't hesitate. We traded places. Slipping into the driver's seat, I adjusted myself, rested my palms on the steering wheel and waited.
"Start it," he said, grinning.
I did. Effortlessly. The engine purred. Dennis clapped, like I was some child who had just solved a riddle.
"Brilliant. Look at you!" he said. "I have such an enthusiastic student."
I wasn't flattered.
I raised an eyebrow. "What's next?"
