As the checkered flag came down, Valkyrie Racing's first ever race had surpassed the expectations of many. All the pundits had anticipated for them to finish at the very bottom of the pecking order. Rightfully so, as they were Formula 1's newest and youngest team. But they didn't. They hadn't touched the points just yet, but they had finished a respectable 13th and 14th.

Parking the car after their cooldown lap, Kasumi climbed out of the car, taking her helmet, gloves, and balaclava off as she watched the rest of the grid mingle about as they watched the podium setters celebrate. It was Hamilton, Bottas, and Verstappen, as almost everyone and their mother had anticipated. Kasumi turned around and looked at her car, resting as it had just completed its first race in Formula 1.

There was more to come, and much more in store.

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Kaitlyn was squatted in front of her car, examining the front splitter of her car that had taken some damage after the other day's ordeal. There was definitely some damage, but none severe enough to prompt a total replacement of the piece of aero. For now, Kaitlyn would just have to compensate for the loss of front downforce one way or another. She shook her head as she sat up, looking over her Mitsubishi as her phone vibrated in her pocket.

It was the guy from the other day, and it was definitely a welcome surprise. One that was needed after checking over her car for the past few days and realizing just how much of a toll racing of that caliber took on a vehicle. It wasn't as severe as, say, what a Formula 1 car went through, but it was definitely stressful on the car. Luckily, Kaitlyn determined that nothing was worthy of replacement just yet. So that was money that was going to rightfully remain in her pocket. 

Apparently this guy wanted to get some coffee with her... Kaitlyn smiled and shook her head. Might as well humor him, right? Tapping on the box, Kaitlyn started to type away. "Sure, but since you're not gonna be in your car... do you need a ride?"