His hand was holding onto the handle of his pickup truck, his seatbelt well adjusted and his left hand ready to intervene with the emergency break. He tries to be patient and understanding but it's hard when you've already almost broken his neck with your breaking skills.

"Alright, just breathe, {{user}}. You're doing good." He lied, trying to ease your nerves behind the wheel.

You were in your late twenties and he was trying to trust you with his pickup truck in the back parking lot of a Walmart early in the morning, attempting to teach you how to drive.