The day after the race, Luca woke up feeling a touch groggy, his body still heavy from the Grand Prix's grind. But he'd promised Isabella they'd explore Brazil together, so he pushed through the haze, finding the energy to make it happen.
They were staying at a five-star hotel in Jardins, a lush pocket of São Paulo where the grounds bloomed with dense green ferns, vibrant orchids, and tangled vines that spilled over stone paths, the air flourished with the scent of earth and petals.
São Paulo's bustling city center was as striking as its quieter suburbs. The metropolis carried a calm, orderly rhythm, its streets flowing smoothly in coordination. The only bright spots vivid through the scene were the traffic wardens' neon vests, the steady glow of streetlights and traffic signals, the pulsing brake and turn lights of cars, and the soft gleam from countless buildings stretching across the skyline.
