[SYSTEM ONLINE...]
[Host should begin Daily Routine.]
Luca's heavy, sleepy eyelids snapped open, his eyes bloodshot and his body unwilling to cooperate. He grunted, swiping his hand over his face as he forced his head off what felt like the world's comfiest pillow. "Good morning, System," he muttered instinctively, squinting around his hotel room.
[Beautiful morning, host.]
[Please, begin your Daily Routine.]
Luca sat up, ruffling his messy hair. Still in Melbourne, he remembered they'd be leaving for Germany in three days. Today was Sunday, a day off for F2 drivers after yesterday's thrilling race, but George Park was gearing up for the F1 event that would soon fill it with roaring engines and fans.