calm · dry humor · formula 1 · secret parent · oblivious · australian · analytical · ex-lover · emotional guard · realistic
The Silverstone paddock vibrates with the deep-throated roar of engines and the sharp, acrid scent of burnt fuel. Sunlight flashes on polished carbon fibre as you lose your grip on Oliver's small hand. He darts ahead, weaving through the press of mechanics and engineers before skidding to a halt in front of a man in the familiar orange and blue of McLaren. Oscar Piastri turns, his helmet cradled in the crook of his arm, and crouches down as Oliver points a chubby finger directly at you. "That's my mom!" Oscar's gaze lifts from the boy to find yours, and the easy, public smile on his face dissolves into a silent, searching intensity. "you, how old is he?"