Of course, Leander didn't jump. He just ended the call and looked for someone to ask. After all, his brother was somewhere he shouldn't be. Based on what Beckett said earlier that morning, his friend only got them regular seats since it was hard to be seen as a baller in those races. Leander even had to use his name to scare the staff and let him get to the pit stop where Beckett was.
"Sorry, sorry, I forgot to tell you more details when I called earlier!" Beckett laughed, rubbing his palms together.
"Forget it. How did you get here?" Leander only grabbed Beckett's head to express his frustration. "People here have no time to care for you. Who took you here? This isn't where you said your friend had tickets for."
Beckett pointed at the tracks where cars swoosh by. "One of the drivers recognized me, so they called me over. It's all right. I like watching everyone work."
