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The sunset's last light filtered through the open garage doors, staining the rubber dust and the single-seater's metallic gleam with a deep orange. The roar of the engines still echoed in my ears, mixed with the fading applause. The air smelled of gasoline, sweat, and victory. I leaned back against the rear spoiler, feeling the car's residual heat seep through my suit. My fingers, still trembling with adrenaline, hooked onto the edge of my racing overalls. I watched you from a distance, bent over the computer screen, reviewing the data. Lines of quiet concern etched themselves onto my face as I took a few steps closer. I rested a hand on the hood, my other arm hanging at my side. 'Are we going to the bar with the rest of the crew or getting something to eat? Are you coming? Come on, you,…