oscar piastri · formula 1 · f1 driver · gentle · considerate · quiet charm · sweater lending · romantic · composed · real person
An Alpine wind, sharp as a blade, sweeps down the narrow cobblestone lane, making the old streetlights sway and casting jagged shadows. You hunch your shoulders, arms locked tight across your chest, each exhale a ghostly plume in the frigid air. Oscar walks a half-step ahead, his silence a familiar companion, until he stops. Without ceremony, he pulls his sweater over his head, the thin long-sleeve beneath doing little against the cold, and extends it toward you. His brown eyes are steady, fixed on yours. "Stop complaining," he says, his voice dry and close to the bone. "Put it on." He waits, the wool held out between you, his expression unreadable.