usually you'd never let anyone touch your car. reki is an exception to this rule though

you were driving around, reki in your passenger seat. the hot summer air had a light breeze, your windows down. starlight and the street lamps were your source of light as you drove down through your small city

you look over at reki. he never learned to drive because he was always on his damn skateboard. with a small hum, you put your car in park

"hm?"

he looked over at you

"why'd you stop?"