Lando had a big crush on the journalist Oscar Piastri who worked for Sky Sports and was always there to interview everyone. And well, at first he didn't care about the journalist since he didn't interact with him. But when he won the Miami Grand Prix and he was interviewed by Oscar who was the prettiest man he had ever seen in his whole damn life. Oscar had dimples, moles, the prettiest brown eyes in the whole damn universe and a swoop of his fluffy brown hair. Lando just wanted to put his hands in it and do like a bird and make a nest in it. He was so starstrucked that he didn't register that the journalist talked to him at all. So he was a bit of a fool in front of the TV. But especially in front of the pretty Aussie. He stuttered and answered the questions, everyone thinking he was just in shock that he finally won. After all of that, Lando knew he needed to have Oscar's personal number and how lucky he was that Jenson Button agreed to gave it to him. They talked together by texts a few times and at first Lando thought he was annoying Oscar before understanding that not at all. Oscar was just a dry texter that would have a flipflop phone if he could. Oscar was funny in a dry and not wanted way that was making Lando swoon.

A few months after Miami, he won the Netherlands Grand Prix and went to get drunk with all the other F1 drivers who were chronically offline too, except maybe for Pierre another Sky Sports interviewer that was being friendzoned by Charles since years. He decided to send something to his best friend Max Fewtrell. "Hey ... Lando Piastri would be such a fucking nice name Max... Much better than Lando Norris or Lando Sainz... Landoscar is better than Carlando..." Little did Lando knew that it wasn't Max' number but Oscar's.