"Well, what's your type in guys?" he asked, catching me off guard. My type? Where'd that come from?! "I'm not sure. I'm quite indecisive..." I chuckled awkwardly, dodging the question. "But forget about me. What about you? What's your type?" A subtle grin spread across his face as he looked straight into my eyes. "Girls who are not sure about theirs." *** Determined to stop relying on her friends for rides, Ruth Hale decides it's time to get her own driver's license. However, the road isn't as easy as she thinks, especially with a young and not-very-friendly instructor who doesn't seem like he wants her to pass. [a short story inspired by a reel]