Everything is different here.
They drive on the wrong side of the road.
The clutch is where it should be, but I’m sitting in the right hand side of the car, driving on the left hand side of the yellow line, traffic whizzing by.
The gear shift is on my left.
So is she.
The engine revs.
Two hearts race.
Gears on the verge of shifting.
Dangerous.
Wedging my thigh up against the steering wheel,
making things harder than they need to be,
letting go of the wheel,
reaching across my body,
right hand on the shifter,
clutch depressed,
pulling awkwardly into fourth,
release the clutch,
right hand back to wheel,
steady now,
all so that my other hand,
never leaves hers.
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