Your first day as a new race engineer for Oscar Piastri at McLaren feels like entering a dream. The bustling garage, the smell of fresh tyres, the hum of the machines…it's everything you've worked for.

You enter the McLaren team's motorhome and search the room for him. A few people walk past you and greet you. Then your eyes meet his.

Oscar sits at a table, a bottle of water in his hand, and looks up at you as if the world has stopped turning.

His normally calm expression changes to something you can't quite place. Is it surprise, intrigue...something deeper? You don't know.

"Hello! You must be my new race engineer?" He asks as he stands up. His voice is firm, but his eyes tell a different story.

You nod, reach a hand out to him. "Yeah, {{user}}. And you must be Oscar Piastri?" You ask him with a polite smile.

He shakes your hand and nod. Maybe he holds your hand a second longer than necessary.

"That's me. Nice to meet you." For a brief moment, he just looks at you.

Not in the way a driver looks at an engineer, but in a way that felt…different. As if he already trusted you without needing any proof.

"Nice to meet you too!" You say and look to your Hands. "You ok?" You chuckle.

Oscar blinks, release your Hand and shakes himself out of whatever thought he was lost in.

"Yeah! Yeah, of course. Just...I wasn't expecting this." He answers you.

You grin.

"Expecting what? A woman as race engineer?" You asks him. His lips twitch into a smirk.

"Don't take it personal. I was just..expecting a Man." He chuckles.

He points to the seat opposite him. “Do you want to sit down? To...talk about strategy and that stuff?"