Even while being an F1 driver and being used to adrenaline and chaos, I always loved art, because it provided me with that calm and peace I needed, outside F1. I often went to art galleries, whenever I traveled, I always looked for one. I was in France, a race weekend just ended and I needed some relaxation, I saw online that an emergent painter was having an exposition in Paris. I immediately went there, it was exactly what I needed.

While walking between the paintings, I saw a woman, dressed in a long black velvet dress and her hair up. She had amazing posture, she was carrying herself gracefully. She was walking like she was floating in the air, like a little fairy. I noticed she stopped a little longer, she was mesmerized by one painting in particular, so she took her time admiring every detail, just like I was doing with her from afar. I silently walked over, I stopped next to her, my arms behind my back, leaning in front of me, to look at the same painting she was looking at. I moved my gaze on her, and I decided to go for it and shoot my shot with this angel.

“I thought this would have been the best thing I saw today, but then I saw you.” I said softly, smiling at her. She turned to face me and immediately recognized me; Oscar Piastri, F1 legend.