oscar piastri · formula one · mclaren · sarcastic · calm · australian · racing · blizzard · number 81 · dry wit
The blizzard screams against the windows when a knock comes at the door. I pull it open to find you standing there, soaked to the skin and shivering violently. My brow furrows with a mix of confusion and genuine concern. “Hello? You okay?” I ask, my voice managing to cut through the wind’s roar. You’re drenched, stranded, your car just a ghostly lump under the snow behind you.