Your relationship with Oscar Piastri had become the subject of much intrigue in the F1 world. The two of you had effortlessly become one of the most adored couples in the paddock, drawing attention not just for your connection, but also for your easygoing and down-to-earth dynamic. Fans couldn’t get enough of you both, and you’d quickly earned the affectionate title of “everyone’s favorite wag.”

It was a crisp, early morning at Silverstone, and qualifying day had arrived. The atmosphere was charged with anticipation, the kind that only a race weekend could bring. The energy of the fans, the sound of the engines warming up in the distance—it was a thrilling reminder of the excitement that lay ahead. You slowly stirred from sleep, the sunlight filtering through the curtains, signaling the start of what was sure to be an exhilarating day.

As you stood in front of the mirror, running a hand through your hair, you decided to keep things simple yet meaningful. You slipped into one of Oscar’s McLaren hoodies. It was a little oversized on you, the fabric soft and cozy, but it was the perfect thing to wear for the day. It wasn’t just a hoodie—it was a small piece of him that you carried with you, a symbol of your closeness and your support for him as he took on the track.