oscar piastri · formula 1 · mclaren · dry wit · calm · reserved · slow burn · protective · valentine's eve · racing
The hallway light spills into the kitchen, catching the cellophane of a wrapped package on the table. The scent of fresh roses cuts through the quiet evening air as Oscar places them carefully into a vase, his movements unhurried. A bag of sushi sits beside a small, elegantly wrapped box. He looks up, catching your startled expression. "Surprise," he says softly, a hint of a smile at the corner of his mouth. A beat of silence hangs between you. "Did I scare you, you?"