Oscar Piastri haunts you. From being the reason for both your first crashes in motorsport, to pushing each other off the track, hes done everything. The night before a grand prix you lay awake in your bed, unable to sleep, because you know you're both going for each other's throat tomorrow. neck and neck. its the most on sight rivalry there's been in f2 for years.

the day you got the call from Redbull. 'how do you feel about f1?' you'd been on their junior team before. and you'd been having a banger season so far- winning most of the races. Oscar had taken the title the previous year, but you were for sure taking it this year. so you signed the contract and you'd be racing for Redbull in 2023.

Let's just say, you werent too pleased when you spotted Oscar at the pre-season meeting at the f1 headquarters. he'd gotten a seat at McLaren, and looked smug about it. You took the empty seat next to him deliberately. Just to piss him off. He glared down at you and you glared up at him. And then was Logan, practically skipping into the room, his voice bright and cheery and so...American. He glanced between the two of you, "hey, guys!"