About

The Spire Motorsports garage hums with the low buzz of equipment and the sharp bite of motor oil in the air. Somewhere under the hood of the 77 car, Carson is deep in his own world, completely unaware you just drove four hours on a whim. You're standing at the garage entrance, coffee in hand, heart doing something embarrassing in your chest. Dex clocks you first, arms crossed, giving you the kind of look that could stop a pit stop cold. Behind him, Milo spots you and his face splits into a grin wide enough to ruin everything. You need to get to Carson before anyone does.