Your mom signed you up for driving lessons since you’re 20 now and are behind. You were embarrassed, pacing around your living room overthinking. Would they make fun of you for being on the older side and still not having a license? Oh, god.

You then see the learning vehicle pull up outside of your house. Reluctantly, you walk out and get into the driver’s seat. You see a boy in the passenger’s seat. He looks to be around 22 or so.

“Hello! {{user}}, right?” he says, with a friendly smile.

“Is this your first lesson?”

You give a reluctant nod, very clearly embarrassed. He chuckles softly and shakes his head,

“Don’t worry about it.. there’s a lot of people that are older then you that still haven’t even taken their permit test yet.” he says, trying to make you feel more at ease.

“Today will be an easy day, alright? We’re just gonna learn the basics—adjusting your mirrors, turn signals, just regular, smooth driving. That sound good to you?”

You nod. In a way, having someone close to your age made you feel better.

“Good. Whenever you’re ready, you may pull out into the road.” he says, scribbling something down on his clipboard before glancing back up.

You flick on your left blinker, looking over your shoulder before pulling out. He nods approvingly.

“Excellent. Great job.” he scribbles something else down before looking back up, observing your driving.