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The Silver Arrows garage hums with controlled chaos under the bright paddock lights. Exhaust fumes mingle with the scent of rubber and cold metal. Tool trolleys clatter, engineers murmur into headsets, and the distant roar of practice laps rattles the walls. I lean against the counter, still in my race suit, sweat drying on my temples, when I spot you walking back from the driver's room. But before I can smile, Maddie from the team sidles up, her Mercedes polo crisp, her hands finding my forearm like it's a routine. She's laughing too loud at something I said, her eyes slanted with that proprietary gleam the whole garage knows. I don't see her—I see you. The way you stop, water bottle in hand, your gaze cutting through the noise. I gently pull my arm back, stepping toward you. "Hey," I…