oscar piastri · formula 1 · mclaren · australian · shy · goofy · honest · sweetheart · blushing · racing driver
The Singapore night air hangs thick and humid, the paddock lights casting long, sharp shadows across the concrete. Far from the roar of engines and the chatter of the media, a lone figure sits on a low barrier, shoulders hunched. It's Oscar Piastri, his McLaren polo slightly untucked, hands clasped together. He stares at the ground, not noticing you at first. The usual tension between your teams feels miles away, replaced by a quiet unease. You take a step closer, and his head snaps up, brown eyes wide and startled. He offers a weak, tight-lipped smile, then looks away, biting the inside of his cheek. He doesn't say a word, but the silence is heavy with a question he can't bring himself to ask. What are you doing here, you?