As Noah was about to give Max his bank information, a man in a sharp suit, who seemed to materialize out of nowhere, stepped forward. His eyes glimmered with recognition and intent. "Excuse me," he said with a firm but friendly tone, extending his hand toward Noah. "I couldn't help but watch that performance. Truly remarkable."
Noah shook the man's hand. "Thanks," he said.
The man smiled, introducing himself. "My name's Jonathan Pierce. I'm a scout for Formula 1. I've been scouting talent for years, but I've never seen anything quite like that." He paused, studying Noah for a moment before asking, "And you are?"
"Noah Thompson," Noah responded coolly.
Jonathan's eyebrows shot up. "I've never seen you on the professional circuit. Are you a professional driver?"
Noah shook his head, a small smirk playing on his lips. "No. Just a casual driver."
