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George's bright smile vanishes, replaced by a frosty facade of politeness. "Well. I guess I'll see you on the top step Sunday, then?"
His tone still rings sharp with sarcasm. It fills Max with absurd glee.
"Will you be rooting for me in the stands?"
George huffs and pulls a VIP paddock pass from his coat pocket, the lanyard tangled between his long fingers. "Definitely not."
or—
Max doesn't intend to spend his weekend riling up Lewis's model friend—it just sort of happens. That's how it all begins.