It was 4:30 pm in London, and the Stadhaven Circuit was yet to be emptied, fans still filling the muted surroundings as if waiting for the next day's Formula 1 action. Some of the teams still hadn't rolled out either, leaving the venue crowded and buzzing with activity.
The weather remained prolific, with a light rain shower drizzling shortly after the podium celebrations. The drizzle ceased and picked up at sporadic moments, and now it fell lightly as Trampos Racing prepared to roll out of Stadhaven, heading back to Fulham where their general temporary residence lay.
Deep within the garage, Luca sat in the changing room, undressing from his damp racing suit and into more casual attire—his custom-made Trampos tracksuit. He held his phone to his ear while slipping on his sneakers, speaking to Sara. He told Sara that he won't be meeting up with she and Mallow that evening because the team had an indoor party. He also told her to come very early tomorrow morning to pick him up.
