Three FIA delegates, wearing white gloves and dark jackets, approached Luca. Luca spotted the symbols of bureaucracy amid Haddock Racing's glory. Without much communication between him and them, he allowed himself to be guided gently by the arm toward the weight check area. Suit clingy and sweat-damped, but he offered no resistance, and even teased the lady—or some might call it flirting with her.
The FIA delegates meticulously conducted the weight check, but also as quickly as possible, although Luca's amiable nature made them take their time. Still in full race kit, Luca stepped onto the scales, and one of the delegates adjusted a tablet and also scribbled notes.
"All good. Clean run, congratulations."
The older man nodded and said this when a beep confirmed the reading. The young lady then handed him a slip of paper that verified his post-race weight. Luca accepted it, thanked them for their diligent duties, and continued on his way to his team's garage.
