"Are you okay?" Steve asked, touching the shoulder of the low-motivated Enaam, who was sitting in a folding chair with his head buried in his legs, which were hugged by his hands. He was in the tent, waiting for his parents to come and pick him up from the track.
He was feeling down after coming in second in every session he participated in with Fatih. The loss in the qualifying simulation was a particularly big hit to his confidence, having come in second to someone he didn't know at all.
"No, I'm not," Enaam said in a demotivated voice, still not raising his head.
