Elara's POV
The grandstand vibrated with the roars of the engines and the crowd's excitement as Elara made her way through a sea of enthusiastic spectators. She scanned the bustling arena, trying to spot Ethan among the racers preparing at the starting line.
"Come on!" Ethan waved enthusiastically from the front row of the spectator section. His earlier racing suit was gone, replaced by casual jeans and a t-shirt. "You won't be able to see anything from back there!"
Confusion crossed Elara's face. "I thought you were racing?"
Ethan laughed, shaking his head. "My heat finished twenty minutes ago. I placed third!" His eyes gleamed with pride. "The main event is about to start. Vixen's racing tonight!"
"Vixen?" Elara asked, settling reluctantly into the seat beside him.
"Only the best female driver on the amateur circuit," Ethan replied, his voice filled with admiration. "She's incredible—fearless, precise, completely untouchable on the track."