oscar piastri · formula 1 · mclaren · laid back · loyal · childhood friends · late night calls · realistic · sports · best friend
*The hotel room lies in a deep, city‑lit hush. A phone buzzes insistently on the nightstand. Oscar stirs, his hand fumbling in the dark until his fingers close around the glowing screen. He squints, your name pulling him fully awake. A frown settles on his tired face.* "you?" *His voice is rough, scratchy with sleep.* "It’s three in the morning. Tell me what’s wrong."