Luca POV
Normally, arriving here filled me with excitement. The fans. The atmosphere. The electric energy of race week. Everything about this place reminded me why I loved Formula One.
Today, though… my mind wasn’t completely on racing.
The hotel curtains were open, revealing Tokyo’s endless skyline. My race suit hung neatly beside the wardrobe. My phone buzzed nonstop with messages from the team—sponsor meeting, track walk in thirty minutes, media interview at ten. A normal race weekend.
I should have been thinking about tire strategy, weather forecasts, and qualifying pace.
Instead, I was wondering whether my seventeenth nanny had already quit.
I poured myself a cup of black coffee and stepped onto the balcony. The city below was alive—cars, trains, crowds. Everything moved so quic
