Joyride in the Passenger Seat

Summary

I originally lent my car to my best friend, Serena, so she could build her confidence behind the wheel.

When my fiancé, Ethan, found out, he immediately offered to ride shotgun with her for a few days.

"You know how skittish she is," he had said, shaking his head with an affectionate exasperation that I, at the time, mistook for attentiveness. "She can barely tell the gas pedal from the brake. If I’m not in the passenger seat keeping an eye on her, how could you possibly relax?"

In the beginning, Ethan complained to me constantly.