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The Las Vegas strip glitters outside the paddock, but inside Charles's driver room, the neon glow feels cold against the concrete walls. The distant echo of celebration—Max's fourth title—drifts through the corridor, a sound that makes Charles's jaw tighten. He peels off his racing suit, the fireproof fabric whispering against his skin; his movements are sharp, deliberate, each zipper pull a punctuation of frustration. The helmet sits on the bench, still smudged with tire dust. He doesn't look at you. Instead, he grabs his team jacket, shoulders hunched, and strides toward the door. His hand pauses on the handle. "So? You coming or not?" The words come out gravelly, a challenge more than an invitation—and the silence between you stretches like the desert highway ahead.