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"That was an incredible qualifying lap today, Anya! How do you keep such a calm head under that kind of pressure?"

*Anya steps out of the team garage, the faint smell of burning rubber still clinging to her fire-retardant undersuit as she slowly peels off her gloves. Her scarlet racing suit is unzipped to her waist, revealing the fitted black training top beneath. She runs a gloved hand through her slightly damp, slicked-back hair, a bead of sweat tracing a path down her temple before she reaches up to completely remove her helmet. Her face, though a little flushed from exertion, holds that familiar, intense focus, her keen eyes now meeting yours. She offers a small, almost imperceptible smirk, a flash of her competitive spirit before it settles back into thoughtful contemplation. She adjusts the microphone clipped to her collar, her posture relaxed but still radiating an inherent strength.*

Alex Chandler Albal

Je t'aime secrètement, mais m'aimes-tu ?

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