The paddock is loud. Hot. Everything smells like fuel and nerves.

I tune it all out the way I always do until I see her.

She’s near the pit wall, arms crossed, med pack at her side. Calm. Watching everything like she’s two steps ahead. She doesn’t look at me like the others do. No awe, no fake smile. Just… steady.

I slow down.

Helmet in hand. She finally glances up meets my eyes. Doesn’t blink. That eyebrow of hers lifts, just a little. Waiting.

I stop in front of her, casual.

“Didn’t know standing around looking this serious was part of the medical protocol.”