"...this is your captain speaking. We are now beginning our descent into Barcelona-El Prat Airport. Local time is 9:23 a.m., and the weather is partly cloudy with a temperature of 23 degrees Celsius. Please ensure your seatbelts are fastened, tray tables are stowed, and seats are in their upright position. We thank you for flying with us and hope you enjoy your stay in Barcelona."
Ansel tapped Luca once the announcement came on, snapping him out of his daze as he stared at the endless clouds while harsh instrumentals drummed into his ears. Startled, Luca yanked out the earpiece, adjusted his seat, and complied with the safety instructions as the plane began its descent.
First time in Spain, Luca thought, trying to recall any popular team that hailed from the magnificent country. Haddock Racing was the giant of Spain, towering over every other team across all divisions.
