Luca disconnected his headphones from his phone and placed both devices on the bench before rising to his feet.
Haas spotted him, nodded, and approached. Seconds later, the two Trampos drivers met in the middle. They stood eye to eye for a brief moment, sizing each other up, before breaking into a casual dab handshake.
"Are you dialed in?" Luca asked, pulling his head sock over his head with smooth, practiced movements.
"All set," Haas replied, his voice slightly muffled beneath his balaclava. "P12 isn't that bad now, is it?"
Luca chuckled. "It's fine. We'll come out on top."
"Boys!"
Luca and Haas turned to see Mr. Ruben approaching them with his usual commanding presence.
Unlike the other crew members and staff dressed in tracksuits, Veststars, or other official attire, Mr. Ruben stood out. He wore a plain white t-shirt that clung tightly to his bulky biceps, blue jeans, and casual sneakers.
