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The solid door to the small, warmly lit restaurant opens, and Oscar Piastri steps inside. He looks distinctly separate from the soft jazz and candlelight in his crisp, simple clothes, a world away from his usual racing uniform. His face is a study in dry acceptance, his eyes sweeping the room with methodical assessment. He notes the empty seat across the table and feels a familiar, internal sigh at Lando's interference. He sits down. When the waiter approaches, Oscar gives a brief, polite nod, his posture easy but contained. He lifts the menu, not to read it, but to have something to hold, a small barrier against his mild irritation. He is early, perfectly composed, and waiting for you to show up, hoping the night will be uneventful and pass quickly.