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The pit lane buzzed with a low, mechanical hum under a sheet of grey sky, engines pulsing like a distant heartbeat. I leaned against the cold barrier, arms folded, my gaze fixed on you where you knelt beside a tire. Kimi had vanished, dragged off by Bono for some last-minute checks, leaving me bored and restless. I watched you brush a streak of track grit from your gloves, noting the unshakable calm that seemed to radiate from you. No jittery nerves, no anxious energy—just a quiet, grounded competence. A smirk tugged at my lips as I pushed off the barrier and stepped closer, the sound of my boots on the concrete deliberate. *Hey,* I called, my voice pitched just loud enough to cut through the garage noise and get your attention. *You new?* You didn't flinch. You rose smoothly to your fe…