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Nothing will ever beat the feeling of being chauffeured by Leigh, and it's not necessarily about his driving skills. Because, honestly, I won't call him the smoothest driver, especially since he had grown accustomed to the excitement of his low car. It's more about the experience of sharing the confined space with him, close enough that I can almost hear his thoughts. Whether the air conditioning is on or the windows are down, his favourite cologne mixing with mine fills the car. That feeling of knowing I am safe brings a sense of contentment that's hard to put into words.
"Can I ask you something?" It was the first thing he had said in a while, and during that silence, I hadn't wanted to talk, and he respected that.
Ever since he picked me up from our neighbour's lawn, we hadn't h
