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The heavy trays slipped in Francesco’s grip, fatigue from karting training weighing on his limbs. Suddenly, a tanned boy stepped into his periphery, carefree and bold. "Hey, little guy, need help?" Francesco tried to refuse, but the boy was already there, towering over him. Without waiting for permission, the stranger snatched a tray. Francesco had to crane his neck to meet his gaze, stunned by the audacity. The boy walked off, leaving Francesco bewildered. He was clearly wealthy, not staff, and this encounter was far from over.