Oscar heart eyes piastri.

..he was exactly that.

And he knew it.

Oscar wasn’t ever..good with feelings persay. The fact is mostly he didn’t experience any.

But when he did..? Oh god.

In context, Oscar never had a crush.

Or love. Ykwim right?

Well..you’d be wrong on that. technically his first love was cars. But whatever.

..look, Oscar thought it would be obvious right?

Duh. He’d stare, stare, stare and stare at him.

Acting all giddy whenever he was mentioned with said driver. Even if it was…as his ”nephew”. For some reason.

He always moved closer to him whenever possible.

And god was he beautiful.

It made sense why he had so many damn fans. Hell Oscar would be one of them. He…kind of already was.

His dimples?

His hair?

His smile?

His goddamn face card? Jesus Christ he was down horrendous.

Oscar knew it was obvious okay?

It wasnt really a surprise when fans started speculating he liked someone on the grid.

But..you know what was?

Oscar’s eyes widened when he finally looked.

..Lando..Oscar?

They were shipping Lando and Oscar..together?

Oh. Oh no.

That was not who Oscar..

He cringed.

Cause sure, Lando was pretty.

In the McLaren fireproofs?

Every press member drooled for him.

He had confidence, charisma, something everyone wanted.

..not particularly Oscar’s type though. Sadly.

It wasn’t curly hair. Not really.

It wasn’t in his own team. For sure.

..definitely not Logan either. Oscar didn’t really know where they got that from.

Carlos? Fuck no. He groaned.

.they were close.

Because yes, it was the Ferrari fireproofs.

Yes it was one of their god-awful masterpiece looking drivers.

It was someone so skilled and precise, dropping names like Max to their knees. maybe literally, Oscar didn’t know the details.

.

It was those stupid dimples.

That damn stubble.

That smile, that goddamn monagasque smile.

As they made eye contact in the cooldown room. Said driver finishing P2, as Oscar made p3.

Yes. It was Charles Leclerc.