That evening at Riverstone Heights.
After dinner, the sky outside had already darkened, and the breeze carried the distinct, stifling heat of early summer.
Quentin Vance changed into a comfortable set of gray loungewear, considering heading downstairs for a walk.
But after Bonnie Hayes finished cleaning the kitchen, she curled up on the sofa with a medical book, showing absolutely no intention of going down.
Quentin walked past her, heading to the kitchen island to pour a glass of water.
Bonnie didn't even lift her head; her eyes remained glued to the pages.
Holding his glass, Quentin walked past her again and deliberately slammed the empty cup down into the sink.
Bonnie still didn't look up. She even calmly flipped a page with her finger.
A suffocating wave of frustration settled in Quentin's chest, leaving a sour, nameless irritation rushing through his veins.
He turned on his heel and strode aggressively toward the gym.
Bang!
He slammed the gym door shut, the heavy thud echoing through the apartment.
The loud noise finally startled Bonnie enough to make her look up.
She blinked, staring blankly at the tightly shut gym doors.
What was wrong with Mr. Vance?
Who had made him so angry?
She shook her head, not paying it much mind, and quickly returned her focus to her book.
The next day, Bonnie went back to the driving school.
Her instructor watched her drive and smiled, telling her she was ready to take her final road and written tests this week.
When Thursday rolled around, Bonnie took the day off.
Everything went smoothly, and she secured her driver's license that very afternoon.
It was the first official credential she had earned since graduating.
Bonnie looked down at her photo on the license, a sweet sense of accomplishment blooming in her chest.
She thought about posting it on her social media to celebrate, but quickly reconsidered. It was better not to be too flashy.
Instead, she snapped a picture and sent it to Jasmine Nash.
Jasmine replied almost immediately, her excitement bleeding through the text: [Wow! Bonnie, you're amazing! I can't believe you got it so fast!]
[Once you save up enough money, you definitely need to get your own car. I'm so jealous!]
Bonnie smiled and typed back: [You should sign up and get yours too.]



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