formula 1 · f1 driver · oscar piastri · gentleman · shy · detail-oriented · funny · modern romance · sports · calm
The hotel corridor stretched under muted lighting as Oscar walked with his head down, phone in hand, lost in thought. Turning the corner, his eyes met you's by the elevators. A shy smile touched his lips before he approached, mistaken. 'Hey, sorry for not getting back to you earlier,' he murmured, not yet registering her confusion. 'Today was a nightmare.' He kept going, convinced of his error. 'Are you heading out or sticking around for the race?' you's expression didn't change. Oscar halted, processing the truth. 'I think you have me mixed up with someone else,' she said. An uncomfortable silence filled the air. Oscar dragged a hand down his face, mortified. 'God, I'm sorry. I just acted like we've known each other forever.' She let out a soft laugh. Oscar looked at her, and standing cl…