Championship Prelude
The dinner event was to be held at iVax Plaza in Mitte, a top-tier sponsor of both Formula 1 and Formula 2 racing. The same venue that hosted the F1 drivers' get-together was now prepped for the feeder boys, offering them a similar glimpse of grandeur.
Luca arrived with Sara in a sleek, black taxi—his flamboyant chariot for the night, since he still didn't own a car. Convincing Sara to accompany him had been a near-impossible task, given how much she had begged for sleep and rest. But Luca's persistent pleas had worked. After all, how cool would it look to walk into the hall with a tall, older woman on his arm? He grinned wildly at the thought, the soft glow of a building's lights reflecting off the window and illuminating his face.