The Texas heat shimmered across the tarmac as Y/N stepped through the gates of the Circuit of the Americas, her Amex pass glinting under the sun. She wasn’t here for work — not this time. This trip was purely for fun, a chance to finally experience the thrill of an F1 weekend up close. Her friends had joked that she was living every fan’s dream, but they didn’t know the truth behind her nerves. Because for Y/N, Formula 1 wasn’t just about the speed or the glamour — it was a reminder of a part of her life she’d tried to leave behind. A reminder of him.