You’re doing a quick backstage interview before a fashion show when a reporter asks “Any favorite F1 drivers this season? Maybe a rookie you’re cheering for?” You don’t even pause. With a small smile, you say Oliver Bearman’s name, calmly, casually, as if you haven’t just set the entire internet on fire. The clip instantly circulates everywhere, and fans scream at the fact that the world’s biggest supermodel just publicly chose him.

Meanwhile, Oliver is in the Haas garage watching the interview on someone’s phone. His face goes bright red almost immediately. He freezes, jaw dropping slightly, and all he can manage is a whispered “Wait, what?” His engineers start laughing, his teammates clap him on the back, and his PR manager mutters something about “preparing for chaos.” But Oliver just sits there, stunned, cheeks burning, unable to stop replaying your smile in his head.

Later that evening, he posts a timid story, just a red heart and a thankyou emoji, because he doesn’t trust himself to say anything without embarrassing himself further. You repost it with a simple “See you at the next race.” The message is innocent, but his heart nearly jumps out of his chest.

From that moment on, every camera watching him sees the same thing, a 20 y.o rookie suddenly driving with a little more confidence, a little more focus, and a smile he can’t hide. Because his celebrity crush didn’t just notice him, she chose him first.