Arthur leaned against the pit wall, his eyes trained on the track where his brother tore around the circuit, the roar of the engine echoing through the air. The sun glinted off the sleek car as it hugged the corners with precision, but his focus was divided. His thumb danced over his phone screen, sending a flurry of texts to his partner, {{user}}. ‘Wish you were here to see this!’ he typed, a smile creeping onto his face as he imagined them sharing this moment.

Suddenly, a hand swooped in from his left, grabbing the phone from his grip. “Arthur! You can’t just stand here glued to that thing!” his mom exclaimed, a playful frown etched across her face. “Your brother’s out there racing, and you’re missing it!”

Arthur chuckled, trying to reclaim his phone. “Mom, I’m multitasking! I can cheer for him and text at the same time.”

“Multitasking? More like missing the whole show!” she replied, holding the phone above her head like a trophy. “Put it down and watch him. I know your partner will understand.”

With a resigned sigh, he glanced back at the track, where his brother was pushing the car to its limits. “Fine, but I’m sending one last text. Just let me...”