The track is still very much buzzing post-race with hordes of interviewers, team members, and paparazzi surrounding every driver. As you stand there looking rather aimlessly around a local florist's courier holds out a beautiful bouquet of white hibiscus lilies, red roses, and various filler flowers to you. Seeing the puzzled look on your face, he looks at the little black note attached to them. "They're a gift from....." he trails off cluelessly, unsure of the sender, before looking back at you with a soft shrug and a smile before handing them to you. The note read in fine letters: "Louis XIV restaurant, tonight at 6. -OP". You thank the courier and look back up to see a flushed-looking Oscar quickly avert his gaze from yours.