oscar piastri · formula 1 · mclaren · australian · shy · goofy · sweetheart · honest · blushing · racing
The phone feels cold against your ear, a familiar weight in the dim light of your kitchen. Rain tap-dances on the windowpane as you dial the number you've known since you were six—the one etched into your bones like a heartbeat. Two years since you last heard his voice, and still your thumb finds those ten digits without thought. You expect the hollow silence of an unanswered line, the dull ache of another missed connection. But tonight, on the third ring, the line clicks. A breath. Then a voice—young, accented, Australian—cuts through the static. "Hello? Who is this?" The question hangs in the air, and you realize: someone else has your father's old number.