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“What—”
“The first time you take that corner, you aren’t familiar with it. The second time, you’re aware, but probably still not familiar enough to anticipate it,” I explain and watch as the arch of her eyebrow pulls up higher in annoyance.
“The third and fourth time, you begin to anticipate it, timing your approach and trying to decipher the best way to sail through the turn flawlessly, but you know that you’re still a way off from flawless. Still, you try.”
She purses her lips, obvious frustration visible in the set of her clenched jaw. She doesn’t like being called out. I know that. But I’ve learned that I have to push her to get any real results from her, otherwise she gets in her head and decides that the problem is something as stupid as her not being familiar with the track yet.
“The fifth time you may have an idea how to execute the turn, but by the sixth time, you are more than used to it,” I say.
“Your point?” she asks, tone clipped.
It doesn’t bother me though. I know what it’s like to have someone point out your mistakes and then call you out on them. It sucks. But I’m not doing it to be mean. I want her to grow and be the best she can if this is what she wants to continue doing. Some people just learn the lesson a little harder than others.
“In all the times you've driven this track in the last month, you've taken that turn at least one hundred times. You're more than used to it at this point, you just can't do it.”
Her eyes flare and she opens her mouth with what I'm sure is going to be one hell of a response, but I cut her off before she can continue.
“There's nothing wrong with not being able to do it if you don't know how. It's just a matter of learning what to do, and then you'll get it down in no time at all,” I say, watching as her fists tighten on the steering wheel.
“And I suppose you’re going to be the one to show me how it’s done?” She quips, attitude on full display.
“I suppose I could,” I shrug, wanting it to be her idea, but I doubt she’ll make this easy.
“Forget it, I’ll figure it out,” she snaps, muttering something under her breath that I can’t quite make out.
“Keaton,” I call out, but she’s too busy shit-talking in the other car to hear my voice. Either that, or she’s ignoring me.
“Keaton,” I try again.
“What?” Her words are clipped and cool.
“Do you want to learn how to take the turn or not?” I ask, keeping it straight forward.
“I don’t nee—” she starts, but I cut her off.
“I didn’t ask what you needed. I asked if you wanted me to teach you how to take that turn. It’s a simple yes or no.”
I wait, practically holding my breath to see what she says. It’s when she rolls her eyes that I know I’ve got her. She huffs loudly before relaxing and turning to meet my stare.
“Okay,” she says, waving her hand in my direction, “explain.”
“Nah, it’ll be easier to show you,” I grin, an idea forming in my mind.
“What?” her brows furrow and I laugh softly to myself.
“Come here,” I gesture for her to join me, but little does she know that the lesson I have in store for her is a lot less than conventional.
She puts the car in park and cuts the engine, stepping out and preparing to walk around to the passenger side.
“Nope. Right here.” I point to my lap and reach under the seat to adjust it as far back as I can while still reaching the pedals.
“You’re kidding right?” she asks, disbelief coloring her expression.
“Not a bit. Get over here,” I say.
She approaches slowly, but it’s obvious that she is clearly second guessing the entire ordeal at this moment.
I swing the door open, careful not to hit her with it, and remove my seatbelt.
