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Charlotte looked at him out of the corners of her eyes. Was he serious? She couldn't tell. It had been such a long time. She kept walking, he continued as well. She stopped at her car, jiggled the keys, and handed them to him.

'What's this?"

"You want to drive." It was a statement, not a question. She pushed them into his hand.

He pushed them back. "Its your car, you have a license, you can drive. I trust you."

Her eyes slanted a bit more. "You always used to say you could never handle being a passenger with a driver who hadn't had their license more than a year."

He looked at her a moment, trying to figure out this person she had become. "We were 17 then. All our friends were insane. Of course I would say that. You're older. You're mature. You've got a head on your shoulders like they never had. You drive. I'm ok with that."

She got in the car, he followed. "I'm still human. I'm still inexperienced. I'm going to make a mistake today that will scare you. But I have to. That's how I learn."

He didn't need to say anything in response, but wanted to acknowledge her. Very simply, "Okay."