“Go slow,” Nayeon urges as her heart beats rapidly.

“Okay,” Chaeyoung softly says.

Keeping her eyes pointed, Im Nayeon’s heart continues to beat.

Chaeyoung too doesn’t break her stare. She peeps at Nayeon and chuckles.

Nayeon stares back, closing her eyes momentarily. She clears and inhales deeply.

“What?” Chaeyoung blurts.

“I’m nervous!” Nayeon exclaims.

“You make me nervous,” she quickly adds.

“We’ve done this before,” Chaeyoung reassures.

She reaches out for Nayeon, comforting the pretty girl with her soft hands.

“It’ll be okay, relax,” Chaeyoung states and dimples.

Nayeon hysterically laughs and puts her trust in Chaeyoung. As always.

“Okay,” Nayeon says and exhales.

Nayeon eases her grip, trying to calm her nerves. But the moment Chaeyoung shifts gear, Nayeon grips onto the handle. And when she steps on the pedal, Nayeon grips on for dear life.  

“See everything is fine,” Chaeyoung calmly says as she reverses the vehicle.

“It makes me nervous when you can’t reach the pedal!” Nayeon worriedly shouts.

“This is the farthest upfront the seat can adjust,” Chaeyoung laughs.

Giving Nayeon a sad face, she clenches onto her hand again.

“I’m a great driver,” Chaeyoung confirms. 

“Don’t touch me!” Nayeon jokes, but only due to safety reasons.

“You have to keep your hands at 10 and 2,” Na