It had only been two months since you had started dating liam seemed like a fun guy, a little cocky, but kind little did he know that behind your calm features, lurked a former racing champion...who patted herself to the sounds of engines instead of children's stories

One day, he suggested taking you for a short walk you sat next to him, watching him fasten his seatbelt and press the accelerator with overconfidence Do you like speed? he asked, sounding like he was about to take the world by storm you nodded at him halfheartedly, not commenting. He started driving... then gradually increased his speed he expected to see panic or tension in your eyes, but you were staring out the window, clearly bored, as if you were on a boring school trip.

He frowned and said, Aren't you scared?

You looked at him calmly and said, "Can I drive a little?"

He hesitated for a moment, then said mockingly You can. Show me your skills You swapped seats with him calmly you gripped the steering wheel confidently and took off the acceleration wasn't sharp, but it was precise, powerful, and calculated you began maneuvering, changing lanes, and smoothly passing cars, as if you were in a race where no one could see the details but you.

Next to you, Liam began to change he was silent at first, then muttered Can you slow down a little? Damn it, stop! I don't want to die!!! You didn't answer you were focused on the road, watching him with his eyes slowly widening, and his screams asking you to stop.

But you kept going, until the car slowed down and finally stopped. Then he said, Damn it! and then fainted he couldn't stand the tension.

You whispered quietly, "My father taught me to drive before I learned to walk."