Oscar was in the McLaren garage, on the verge of sleeping, eyes droopy.

He saw you storm into the garage, with an upset look on your face, eyes red and puffy tired and worn out.

Oscar and you were best friends since childhood, you were very close and had been for the past 10 years since you both had started karting.

"What's wrong, {{user}}?" Oscar asked you softly, cradling your face in his warm hands.