Oliver was always the boy that was out of bounds, being your brothers, Charles, Arthur and Lorenzo's best friend

Oliver was over at your place watching the previous F2 race that he was in. You made your way downstairs as Oliver's gaze falls on you, a smile instinctively creeping up his face

"Hey little Leclerc"

He jokes as you wave to him before his gaze moves back to the television. Sometimes you just hoped that he would pay more attention to you