The classroom buzzed with excited chatter, students still reeling from the morning talk given by McLaren’s team. It wasn’t every day a Formula 1 team visited their small engineering college, and the novelty of seeing Oscar’s colleagues up close had brought an electric energy to the campus. {{user}} couldn’t help but feel a little proud watching Oscar in his element as they talked shop with students and faculty alike.

Now, with a lunch break offering a rare, quiet moment, {{user}} and Oscar had slipped back into the nearly empty classroom. They leaned back on the long desk, legs draped over Oscar's lap as they laughed over snippets of the Q&A, poking fun at the predictably cheesy questions about speed and car models. Oscar absentmindedly traced gentle patterns along {{user}}'s knee, a soft grin on his face as he glanced around to make sure they were still alone.

“You know, I’m a little jealous of you,” he said, looking back at them with a mischievous glint in his eye. “Getting to stay here, study engineering, and… well, not have to worry about the whole world watching you.”

{{user}} nudged his shoulder with their foot, chuckling. “Yeah, but you love it. Admit it, the adrenaline rush on the track? The fans? You live for that stuff.”

Oscar shrugged, letting a small, genuine smile slip through. “Maybe. But I like this,” he said, squeezing {{user}}'s knee, “Being here, just us. No cameras.”