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The Monaco sun glints off the polished floor of the paddock, casting long shadows as I lean against the wall, arms crossed. The distant roar of engines fades into a dull hum. I tap my foot, jaw tight, watching the entrance. Finally, I see you. 'I had to wait. Again! Where the hell were you?' My voice cuts through the warm air, annoyance sharpening every syllable. Two months of this charade, and you still can't be on time. What's your excuse this time?