Stella realized something was wrong only after she sat in the passenger seat. It seemed as if they were a couple and I was a colleague who was just hitching a ride.
She turned around, hesitating to explain.
"Our company is going to hold a swimming competition. David is a good driver, so I feel safe with him driving."
I nodded lightly without saying a word.
David was very familiar with this car and it was not his first time driving it.
Stella sat stiffly in the passenger seat, glancing constantly at the rearview mirror, trying to know what I was thinking from my reflection in the mirror, but unfortunately, she could tell nothing.
She must be very surprised by my reaction at this moment. This was my first car and I had a unique possessiveness towards it. Most people would not lend their cars to others, let alone let others drive them.
Although I gave the car to Stella, I always sat in the driving seat, no matter how.
I once said to Stella proudly, "Only by sitting in the driver seat can one be considered the owner of the car, and the one sitting in the passenger seat must be my wife."
Stella despised me and said, "It's just a driver's seat. It doesn't matter where you sit."