A Steady Start 2
The following day, just after the gym session, Luca headed straight to the track with Amir by his side. The sky was much brighter, a welcome change from the previous damp mornings.
"Your Team Principal is a frightening man," Amir whispered as they strolled along the pavement leading to where Mr. Grant stood with five crew members at the edge of the track. Luca's Dallara, prepared for the day's training, gleamed under the sunlight. Its red, black, and white polished sheen stood out, and the scent of its fresh rubber tires lingered in the air.
Luca chuckled at Amir's remark. "You think so, huh?" he replied, glancing at Mr. Grant's bald head, which perfectly reflected the rising sun. Both he and Amir shared a quiet laugh. "I've learned the man is all business—no room for, you know, a little lightheartedness. But hey, as long as he doesn't bite my head off, we'll be fine."