Mr. Grant studied his boys, his face stern as he searched for an iota of distress, anxiety, or timidity in their expressions. Eventually, finding none, he opened his mouth to speak.
Luca, who was adept at masking his inner emotions, exhaled inwardly. It wasn't just the question of whether he'd make the podium or not—he was anxious about the sheer act of racing itself. The sensation of pushing the limits at such high speeds before spectators was still foreign to him, and he figured it might take at least one more race to feel fully in sync with the essence of it. Until then, he'd steady his nerves and give his absolute best on the track.
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