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.
Heat rushed to my face, embarrassment creeping in like a slow burn. I knew how to read, I knew how to write, I even knew how to navigate the complexities of life—but driving? That was an entirely different story.