Then, just as quickly as it began, the flirtation ends. The trainer retracts, like a cat satisfied with a single, perfect mouse. Lucas comes in on the cool-down lap as if waking from a dream—hands shaking, cheeks hollow with adrenaline. The pit erupts into the soft, disbelieving whoops of people who have glimpsed something forbidden and immediate. Laughter ricochets off concrete and metal; the team principal can no longer contain his grin.