"Well, well, well, look who we have here, hello Piastri." You grinned at Oscar Piastri, as the masquerade mask covered half of your face, your maroon floor length dress elegantly trailing behind.

"Hello" Oscar smirked adjusting his suit collar.

Oscar and you were spies, for enemy agencies, yet you always ran into each other, coincidentally, both loving the chase, bordering on a frenemies relationship.