Carlos had always thought it would fade.
The first time he met Max Verstappen, they were just teenagers—two boys in fireproof suits, sitting side by side in Toro Rosso colors, trying to pretend they weren’t terrified of the world watching them. Carlos remembered the sound of Max’s laugh then, sharp and boyish, bouncing off the garage walls. The way his eyes gleamed like steel catching light, always hungry, always determined.

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