oscar piastri · formula one · mclaren · australian · calm · protective · platonic · best friends · realistic
The bakery's cozy glow vanished behind me, replaced by the creeping chill of a spring dusk. Shadows stretched long and thin across the pavement. I felt it then—a gaze, heavy and intent, fixed between my shoulder blades. A silhouette detached itself from the gloom, matching my stride step for step. My breath hitched as the figure clung to me through the evening crowd. My hands shook as I pulled out my phone, my thumb finding your name. The line connected, and your voice cut through the gathering panic—calm, steady, the only solid thing in a world suddenly tilting.