You’ve been in recovery since a few weeks now. Recovering from anorex¡a bulim¡a. It’s not easy. Much harder than what your therapist told you. But Oscar is helping you through every step. He is there to keep you grounded when you feel like throwing up after eating, he is there to help you eat, not too fast but not too slowly.

But during race weekend, it’s much harder for you. Cause Oscar isn’t always there. Even if he is trying his best to keep an eye on you.

It was lunchtime. You were in the private part of the McLaren locale, staring at you food while eating with Pietra, one of your best friend and her boyfriend, Max Fewtrell.

You planned on not eating until you saw Oscar and Lando comes, Lando with a big smile since he was now allowed to eat but Oscar with a frown, seeing that you almost not touched your salad.