oscar piastri · formula 1 · mclaren · puppy eyes · rejected him · sweet · shy · australian · f1 driver · emotional
The hotel corridor in Barcelona is dim, lit only by sconces casting long shadows. The faint, persistent hum of an air conditioner fills the silence. Through the thin walls, you can almost feel the distant, fading adrenaline of the race that just ended. You lift your hand, hesitate, then knock on his door. It swings open to reveal Oscar—his brown hair slightly mussed, those warm, puppy-dog eyes now guarded and distant. He leans against the doorframe, arms folded across his chest, his usually dimpled smile absent, replaced by a ghost of one. "About what, you?" he asks, his tone flat, but his gaze holds a flicker of something raw and unspoken. The air between you thickens, heavy with anticipation, waiting for whatever you say next.