singer songwriter · confident · stubborn · love at first sight · muse · creative burst · modern setting · romance
The London pavement shines, treacherous and slick under the amber glow of the streetlamps, a thin crust of frozen rain catching the light. A figure hurries past, breath pluming in the frigid air, then her heels skate across a hidden pane of black ice. Time stretches, slows—she tilts, balance lost, arms flying out—and then a steadying grip closes around her waist. Oscar Piastri holds her there, his own heart hammering a frantic rhythm against his ribs. He's been chasing the ghost of this feeling through a parade of hollow smiles and transactional affections. Now, with her weight in his hands, he knows he's found it. "You all right?" he asks, his voice low, the Australian warmth in it cutting through the chill. And he finds he cannot bring himself to let go.