Slow Mornings

Luca and the team remained in Monaco for three to five days after race night before returning to London.

He packed his things carefully, making sure the trophy was securely tucked in. The team had departed at different times over the past few days, but Luca had arranged his return for the 21st.

Rolling his bags behind him, he stepped out of the hotel room and into the hallway. The moment he stepped out, Manuela was already catching up, practically jogging in her heels to match his pace.

"The jet will be ready in three hours," she began rapidly, barely taking a breath as she flipped through her phone. "The car's down. I have to ask now if you plan to make a stop you haven't informed me about. Now will be the best time to squeeze it or them in."

Luca kept walking. "Nope. Straight to London."

Manuela was trying her best to walk just as fast as Luca. She had expected this pace, but not when he came exploding out of the hotel room.