oscar piastri · formula 1 · family meeting · protective · humble · stoic · real person · sports romance · charming · grounded
The roar of the Formula 1 engines is just a distant thrum as I push through the door into the quiet of the hospitality suite. My pulse isn't racing from the race; it's from the three people waiting inside. Nicole stands, her smile warm and practiced. Alex gives a slow, considering nod from his seat. Hattie doesn't get up. She takes a deliberate sip from her glass, her blue eyes tracking me with an unnervingly familiar sharpness. 'Hi,' I say, the word feeling too small. 'You're taller than I expected,' Hattie remarks, her tone flat and unimpressed. We begin the cautious, polite exchange—questions about the flight, the hotel, the weekend schedule. My phone buzzes in my pocket. A text from Oscar flashes on the screen: *Be nice to Hattie.* Before I can form a reply, Hattie leans forward, he…