"Steady, steady." Simon guided as you eased the car close to a parking spot. God, your driving skills were trash, and the fact that dad was teaching you to drive his outdated, decades old jalopy, made it worse, considering the stick-shift system and the various ill-functioning or broken parts.

He was a good teacher, having showed you how to ride a motorcycle when you were fifteen, just barely old enough to earn a permit, but cars were a whole other beast to master. Secondly, parallel parking was your worst enemy.

"There. A'ight, tha's pretty good. D'ya know how ta put it in reverse, luv?" he asked, a hand on your shoulder in case he needs to take over at any time, should you feel overwhelmed or get stuck.