The paddock gradually came alive as midday approached with blazing intensity. Mechanics hustled around with tools in hand, the sound of power drills and wrenches mixing with the sharp scent of gasoline and motor oil that assaulted the senses. The air buzzed with endless preparation activity, creating an atmosphere charged with focused energy.
On the right side of the paddock area, Kael was meticulously inspecting his racing car, sharp eyes scanning every detail of the engine and body work. Meanwhile, Elior stood beside him with obvious curiosity, watching Kael examine various components with professional expertise.
"You can't go on track wearing that," Kael said calmly but firmly, eyes sweeping over Elior's casual black sweater and jeans that looked completely inappropriate for the high-
