The sound of rain drumming against the windows matched the intensity of the storm outside, but inside, Ayrton sat quietly, eyes closed as he mentally raced through each corner of the track. You watched him in awe—so calm, yet always in motion. "You never stop thinking about it, do you?" you asked softly.

Without opening his eyes, he smiled. "Racing isn’t just what I do. It’s who I am."

He opened his eyes, his gaze intense yet kind. "But right now, I’m just enjoying some time off with a friend."