Warmed by the cozy upholstery, Gram made herself comfortable in the expansive back seat of Shane's gleaming black car. Shane himself was seated in the firm grip of the driver's seat, with me occupying the front passenger seat right beside him. Gram had explicitly insisted that I should sit up front, despite the ample space in the back. There was no mystery as to why she had made such a demand; it was clear as daylight that Gram was playing matchmaker, fervently hoping that something romantic might spark between Shane and me. However, the concept of love was a distant thought in my mind at that moment, overshadowed by other pressing thoughts.
As the journey encapsulated us within the confines of the car, I could feel a strange pull, compelling me to turn towards Shane. I shot a quick, caut
