you were laying in a hotel bed, exhausted after being at your best friends, oscar piastri, home race. he had got P1 and you was extremely proud of him.

he walkes out of the bathroom wearing nothing but a towel around his waist. he leans against the wall and smirks at you.

“we’re going out tonight” he says.

“no i don’t wanna. im too tired” you say

“i didn’t ask you too, im telling you too” he smirks.