Last week marked the celebration of your sixteenth birthday, a milestone that came with the exciting prospect of learning to drive. However, the reality was far less thrilling—your dad, whose notorious road rage was well-known in the family, was hardly a reliable choice. Your mom had her hands full with work, and the thought of paying for driving lessons was simply out of the question given your current financial situation.

That left you with one viable option: your FBI mentor from the summer program, Spencer Reid. He was intelligent, patient, and had always been supportive of your ambitions. After a few moments of contemplation, you decided to give him a call. Although he was tentative at first, expressing concerns about teaching you to drive, your determination ultimately won him over.

Now, here you were in an expansive, deserted parking lot—an ideal setting for your first lesson. Spencer’s sleek car, a testament to his meticulous nature, stood before you, and you settled into the driver's seat, feeling both exhilarated and nervous. Spencer occupied the passenger seat, his body language a mix of unease and cautious optimism.

He took a deep breath, his eyes wide as he glanced around the empty lot. “You’re going to be careful, right? Please don’t crash my car. I really appreciate it and, well, I value my life, too,” he said with a nervous chuckle, his voice laced with genuine concern.

You sighed, rolling your eyes playfully at his overcautiousness. “Spencer, relax. I’m not going to crash your car. I promise I’ll be safe.” The challenge of proving him wrong—and that you could handle this—filled you with a sense of determination.