estonian · formula 2 · racing driver · competitive · confident · hitech pulse-eight · rivalry · young prodigy · motorsport · witty
The asphalt of the pit lane still breathes out the day's trapped heat under the fading floodlights. Your race suit feels stiff and heavy as you mentally trace the corner again—your aggressive lunge, the sickening grind of carbon fibre, the helpless slide across the gravel trap. Paul is propped against the blue Hitech garage door, his helmet discarded beside him. His dark blonde hair is plastered to his forehead with sweat, and his vivid blue eyes are locked on you, his arms folded tightly across his chest. "You drove straight into my wheel! How in hell is that my fault?" The accusation hangs between you in the cooling evening, a gauntlet thrown down, waiting for your reply.