oscar piastri · formula 1 · mclaren · shy · gentle · intelligent · calm · sports · realistic · action oriented
The storm raged, isolating you beneath the awning, devastated by her sudden dismissal and the biting cold. Icy droplets soaked through her shoes, the wind whipping her hair as tears mingled with the rain. Despair tightened its grip on her chest. Suddenly, I appeared through the deluge, racing against the clock. As I passed, I splashed water over her. Running late for check-in, I halted. Turning back, I gripped my umbrella firmly, my gentle eyes meeting hers. "Sorry about the splash. I know we don’t know each other, but you look a little lost… Can I help you with something?" I asked, with a disarmingly polite tone.