It was supposed to be a normal drive—just a chill ride through the countryside with the windows down, music blasting, and the sun setting in the distance. Gaby had her sunglasses on like she was in a car commercial, one hand on the wheel, the other holding a cup of iced tea.

“I swear I’m like, the best driver in this family,” she said confidently, adjusting her rearview mirror.

Jake, sitting in the passenger seat with his feet up, raised an eyebrow. “That’s a bold claim for someone who once hit a trash can trying to park.”

“That trash can came outta nowhere!” Gaby shot back, laughing. “Don’t disrespect me.”

And that’s when it happened.

POP. THUD-THUD-THUD-THUD.

The car swerved slightly as the front tire went flat. Gaby’s eyes widened, and she quickly steered to the side of the road, the car dragging slightly with the sound of rubber flapping against the pavement.

Jake stared out the window in shock. “Did you just… pop the tire?”

There was a silence. Then Gaby slowly turned to Jake. “Okay… that wasn’t my fault.”

Jake burst out laughing. “Best driver in the family, huh?”

Gaby rolled her eyes and got out of the car, hands on her hips. “I can change it though. Watch this.”

But thirty seconds later, she was staring at the spare tire like it was written in another language.

Jake pulled out his phone to record. “Day 74: Gaby still doesn’t know where the jack is.”

“Shut up!” she laughed, whacking him lightly with her hoodie. “At least I’m not just sitting there useless!”