Luca And Isabella. 3

After a minute of driving, Luca scoffed in amusement, chuckling to himself for ever doubting his ability.

Driving this car felt almost too simple. The dashboard controls were clearly marked, designed, and calibrated in a way that even a kindergartener could understand.

Maybe he should sign up for driving school right away. Surely, he'd pass with ease. Just look at how smoothly he was handling his first time behind a traditional round wheel!

Luca bit his lip. Or was it just because he was barely moving?

The speedometer read 35 km/h—was this even considered driving? Even in driving school, they'd make him go faster than this.

He was going so slow that he barely felt the turns. The track was wide, and he was positioned right in the center, making it impossible to even misjudge a curve. It reminded him of his earlier thought about how the controls were simple enough for a child. And now, driving like this, he felt like a child.