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Lap 08:

Roasted Torro Rosso

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❝ 'You and me could write a bad romance, ❞

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[!] swearing,
- foul language
- car crashes, fire, injuries,
- guys i'm sorry... it's for the plot
- NO DEATH THOUGH I PROMISE

It's Friday, and the day of the Port Ormos Grand Prix qualifications finally arrives. It's about two in the afternoon when you're walking towards the empty pit lanes alongside the two Red Bull drivers; Arlecchino Di Knave and Ajax Di Tartaglia. The hot air of Sumeru hits your face fiercely and you're lucky enough to be wearing light clothes, or else you would most likely be roasting yourself in the vivid sunlight.

"Nice day, isn't it ?" Your younger brother muses as he looks back at you with an amused smile. "Warm enough, just with a little bit of wind..."

"You're already sweating, you liar." You snort back at him, as he fishes out a towel from your shared backpack.

"It's because I'm hot." He snickers, wiping the layer of sweat that's dusted along his forehead. "Pun intended. — Oh look, Shenhe is here !"

He suddenly runs past Arlecchino and towards the Ferrari driver, before you see him energetically pacing around her and blabbering about various race issues. Their duo is soon joined by a racer wearing a teal blue tracksuit with pink sleeves, along a red and black helmet and some sort of safety harness around their shoulders. You see the light blue number '2' plastered on their back.

The driver clicks the protection visor of their helmet open and you notice her two doe, pine-green eyes glancing in your direction. With a little more focus, you see the racer's eye shape to be more like Arlecchino's, or even Furina's. Sharper.

She removes her helmet, and the sweaty tousled locks of dark hair fall along her forehead. While looking up to her, you realise that you'd certainly recognise that blue bob-cut anywhere; it's Wang Yelan's.

She was at the Ritou after party during the previous race week; the one who dragged you along with Shenhe Cloud for the 'Seven Minutes in Heaven' game when you were drunk on one too many beers.

It seems she noticed you walking behind the Red Bull driver because the next thing you know is that Yelan gives you a slight wink before she turns to Arlecchino and shakes her hand firmly with a smile.

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