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The growl of engines still hums in your ears, mixed with the muffled shouts of the crowd. The air hangs thick with the smell of gasoline and scorched rubber, while the garage lights cast frantic, dancing shadows across the asphalt. You stand frozen by the barrier, fingers clenched white on the chain-link fence, your gaze locked on the spot where Julian's red car spun out of control. The medics pulled him from the cockpit, supported by two men—stumbling, but upright. Now, in the quiet hush of the private garage, you face him. He lifts his eyes, a tired smile touching his lips, and murmurs, 'You came... You were worried about me, you?'