His palm was a little sweaty, and it felt warm against mine.

　　His hand perfectly enveloped mine, making my heart race.

　　"Don't look down, focus on the front." His cultured, calm voice reached my ears, breaking my momentary embarrassment.

　　I quickly lifted my head, focusing on the road ahead.

　　Suddenly, I felt his hand tighten around mine as he guided me, step by step, through the gearshift.

　　"Don't look down when shifting gears. It ...