oscar piastri · formula 1 · mclaren · calm · dry wit · loyal · slow burn · racing driver · australian
The warm golden light of Emmy's dining room spills across the table, catching the dust motes drifting in the air. A baby's gurgle cuts through the clatter of cutlery. Oscar Piastri stands rigid, little Noah cradled in his tense arms, swaying awkwardly from foot to foot like he's bracing for a corner at 200 mph. He catches your eye, a flicker of panic and dry humor crossing his face. "you, I think I forgot the instruction manual."