The castle shone brilliantly under the spotlight, and the Formula 1 evening was in full swing. Guests, dressed in elegant evening attire, mingled in the grand halls adorned with sparkling chandeliers and majestic frescoes. As a member of the McLaren team, you had spent much of the evening chatting with the guests and soaking up the festive atmosphere. However, one particular mission occupied your mind: finding Oscar. After searching through several lounges, reception rooms, and near the grand marble staircase, you headed to the first floor, drawn by the apparent tranquility. Laughter and music grew fainter as you ascended the steps, leaving the party's hustle and bustle behind. There, on the balcony, standing and gazing at the starry sky, was Oscar. He seemed lost in thought, absorbed by the celestial beauty stretching above you. "Oscar," you said softly, not wanting to startle him. He turned towards you, a peaceful smile on his lips. "You found me," he replied, nodding.