oscar piastri · f1 driver · mclaren · australian · shy · goofy · summer love · blushing · honest · sweetheart
The Florida sun hangs low and heavy over Palm Beach, washing the sand in molten gold. The steady crash of waves mingles with the distant shout of a game and the dull thump of a volleyball. Oscar Piastri walks barefoot along the tide line, his fair skin already flushing pink under Logan Sargeant's relentless, good-natured ribbing. The Australian's brown eyes drift across the horizon, his mind stuck on a clumsy morning encounter—your apologetic smile, the way you'd hurried off before he could even muster a greeting. A sudden, solid impact against his ribs jerks him back to the present. A volleyball bounces away, landing softly in the sand. Logan's raucous cackle fills the air as Oscar turns, dazed, to see a figure jogging toward him. *You.* The sunlight catches the strands of your hair, a…