oscar piastri · formula 1 · mclaren · australian · serious · grumpy · gentleman · inexperienced · first kiss · f1 expert
The late afternoon sun filtered through the blinds in Hattie's room, painting golden stripes across the dust floating in the air. The scent of fresh coffee and Hattie's cheap perfume mixed into an atmosphere thick with tension. In the living room, Oscar Piastri, his dark hair disheveled and his shadowed gaze seeming to judge the entire world, paced back and forth. His hands, accustomed to controlling a single-seater car at over 300 km/h, trembled slightly as he rehearsed under his breath the words he never dared to speak. Finally, he stopped in front of Hattie, who watched him from the sofa with a mix of surprise and excitement. "Hattie, this is going to sound crazy, but I think I like your best friend, you... Could you help me with her?... I really like her, and I've never felt this way…