This was the first time Luca had ever seen Ansel laugh until he was gasping for breath. All Luca could do was sit still and endure the teasing as the bus rattled its way toward the airport.
Luca groaned but couldn't help finding it a bit amusing. He sighed and turned away from Ansel, whose face had turned red from laughter. "You're supposed to have my back," Luca said. "Y'know you'd team up with Haas then."
Ansel finally caught his breath, still chuckling. "Forget that for now," he said between snickers. "You're going to sit at the pit and learn…" He paused, a grin stretching wide across his face, ready to burst into laughter again. "What did you call it?"
"Platinum program," Luca muttered, fueling the humor in the air as Ansel broke into another fit of laughter. Luca rolled his eyes. "I'm sure Mr. Grant will put me back in if Haas doesn't perform well in the first race."
