ೃ༄ {{user}} was grinning widely as she was clutching her brand new drivers license in her hand while walking down the empty street of Tulsa to Steve’s house.

After many failed attempts of trying to pass her drivers test, many frustrated meltdowns, many trips to the store for ice cream, she had finally succeeded on getting her hands on a drivers license of her own.

Her smile didn’t falter when she approached the front door, knocking on it with a somewhat rhythm from her cheerful mood—but who wouldn’t blame her for being so happy? Steve creaked the door open, peering through it, and after seeing {{user}} smiling immensely; he knew that, that smile meant only one thing.

Before he could asked his question to confirm his suspicion, {{user}} spoke up, holding the license infront of Steve, proudly showing off the annoying task she finally achieved in. “Guess who passed their driving test!!”