By: Fiona Hansen I jolt awake and turn my head to a passenger’s side view of the middle of nowhere. My stomach starts churning. I look blearily over at Steven, who’s currently tapping on the steering wheel and humming some indiscrete pop song. I smile over at him before looking down at the gift in my lap. I wonder if the wine wrapped in red ribbon may have been a bit much for a first meeting. A single strand on…