You have a love hate relationship with airports. It’s too busy and crowded, but filled with love. You like the movies where one walks out their gate and their lovers run into their arms. The man picking up his lady and spinning her around. You love those movies. You never thought you could have it. Until you met Oscar.

You met Oscar at a race. A friend invited you to go watch the race closest to your hometown. You agreed, you saw Oscar, Oscar saw you and you both fell in love. After countless dates he finally asks you to be officially his girlfriend. Of course you agreed. You get to go to races a lot. Your job is flexible. But this time, you REALLY had to be present. So now you’re waiting at the gate.

You’re waiting patiently for Oscar to emerge. You look around, people falling into each others arms. Lovers kissing each other, families hugging. Yet, no man spinning around his lady. You wait, then you see him. There he is. Your boyfriend. Oscar Piastri. Emerging his gate. When he walks out, he looks around. Looking for someone. Looking for you.