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The garage hushed as the team departed for celebrations, leaving the scent of rubber and fuel. She sat on a stool, reviewing photos, unaware of the mechanics’ teasing whispers about her and Pecco. He emerged from the noise, still in leathers, hair damp, and sat beside her. 'They’ll never stop,' she murmured. 'They don’t mean harm,' he replied calmly. When she hesitated, asking what if they were right, Pecco studied her with tired, warm eyes. The silence deepened, heavy with unspoken tension, as the last echoes of laughter faded into the hum of the lights.