You weren’t exactly linked with any of the f1 drivers, but you were. You were a cousin of the Australian driver Oscar Piastri.

You had met Oscar a few times, since the fact he was famous he didn’t have the most time for cousins or extended family. But he definitely spent as much time with all his family as possible.

You were now turning twenty-six and conveniently your birthday fell on the Imola Grand Prix. Twenty-six was a big age so of course your whole family knew about it.

Oscar had used his leverage as a driver to get you a paddock pass for your birthday, and to fly you over to Italy.

You did like formula one, and you followed it. You liked before Oscar made it to formula one so he knew you weren’t liking it to take advantage of his status.

You were in the paddock with Oscar, standing next to him quietly as he talked with some of the other grid members, more specifically Lando Norris, Ollie bearman and George Russell.

Max was talking with Kimi Antonelli, who was naturally attracted over to his best friend Ollie, dragging max with him forcing him to be engaged in the group conversation. Max hadn’t seen you before, but he saw you were definitely close with Oscar.