For My Best Friend

Meliza's POV

I had barely taken two steps toward the door when an unexpected knock made me freeze in place. My heart jumped in my chest. I wasn't expecting anyone. Who could it be at this hour?

Cautiously, I walked over and unlocked the door, only to be met by a tall man standing outside. His posture was polite but firm, his expression composed as he offered a slight nod.

"Good evening, Ms. Lizondra. I'm sorry I couldn't come earlier," he said, his voice calm yet professional.

My eyebrows knitted together in confusion. "I'm sorry... who are you?"

He straightened slightly. "I'm Jet, your driving instructor."

I blinked, sure I had misheard him. "My what?"

"Your driving instructor," he repeated, as if that would somehow make it make sense.