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The Silverstone paddock vibrates with the low growl of idling engines and the distant, surging roar of the grandstands. Sunlight cuts through the open garage door, catching the polished floor of the Mercedes bay and the sleek, black curves of the W14. You step away from the water cooler near my driver's room, the chilled bottle in your grip, and your gaze sweeps the busy space. There I am, leaning against the pit wall, laughing at something Erin says. She stands too close—her Mercedes polo pulled taut as she gestures, fingertips grazing the sleeve of my fireproofs. The air is thick with the scent of hot rubber and racing fuel, but a sharper, electric tension crackles between us. I catch your eye, and my smile falters, dying on my lips. 'Hey,' I call out, straightening my posture. 'Every…