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TRISTIN'S POV

After Eva's hesitant text about driving lessons, I found myself thinking about her more than I cared to admit. There was something endearing about her vulnerability mixed with determination. I was lounging in my apartment, Livia’s earlier tantrum still a dull ache in my memory, when I decided to take matters into my own hands. If Eva wanted to learn how to drive, why wait?

I made my way to her apartment and rang the doorbell. The seconds stretched into what felt like hours before she finally opened the door, looking adorably disheveled in her pajamas. I couldn't help but smirk.

"Get dressed, Eva. We’re going for a drive."

She blinked at me, clearly disoriented. "Now? It’s the middle of the night."

"Precisely," I said with a grin. "Less traffic. Come on, get dressed."

She sighed but complied, returning a few minutes later in casual clothes. I led her to my car, opening the passenger door with an exaggerated bow. "Your chariot awaits, milady."

She climbed in, giving me a l