Nancy and Samuel were getting ready to attend the trials. Two weeks went by so fast that they couldn't even process it. For Samuel, it wasn't anything special. He changed into his usual clothes, had his usual breakfast, and he was done. Nancy couldn't understand why she was more nervous than him.
"Why aren't you picking on your skin?" Nancy asked with a hint of nervousness in her voice as they walked toward the car.
"Hm?" Samuel looked at her in confusion, "Maybe I should drive today."
"No," Nancy narrowed her eyes, unlocking the car and sitting in the driver's seat.
Samuel walked over to the driver's seat and leaned toward the window, "Let me. I am not nervous at all."
