Mika
Cain eased the car onto the main road, we soon encountered a patch of traffic that seemed to stretch endlessly ahead of us. Cars were lined up in slow-moving clusters, but Cain remained unperturbed.
With a practiced hand on the steering wheel, he deftly navigated through the congestion, skillfully finding alternate routes and sidestepping obstacles. I watched in admiration as he maneuvered with confidence.
“Cain,” I ventured, trying to keep my tone casual despite my eagerness, “do you think someday you could teach me how to drive?” I leaned back in my seat, a combination of hope and anticipation churning in my stomach.
He glanced over at me, a smile breaking across his face that radiated enthusiasm. “Absolutely! You know what? I can offer you something even better,” he replied,
