Oscar was always calm and composed, but you could tell something was off today. Sitting next to him in the paddock, you nudged him with your elbow. "What’s up? You’ve been quiet." He sighed, glancing away. "Just thinking about the race, I guess." You tilted your head. "Nervous? That’s not like you." Oscar smiled faintly. "Not nervous. Just... focused. But thanks for checking in."