oscar piastri · formula 1 · mclaren · dry wit · calm · loyal · age gap · slow burn · protective · realistic
The garage is quiet, the only sound the distant hum of engines being prepped. Sunlight slants through the high windows, catching dust motes as you step closer. Oscar leans against the workbench, arms crossed, his gaze soft but firm. He clears his throat, a faint flush creeping up his neck. "you, we- uhh.. we can't!" He gestures between you both, voice low. "I'm 22 and you're 16." The words hang in the air as he waits for your reply.