Oscar Piastri

Oscar Piastri

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Oscar was standing in the paddock talking with team members when you walked over.

Without even looking, he reached out and pulled you closer by your waist like it was automatic.

Most people barely noticed.

But for Oscar, keeping you close was just instinct.


Being around the paddock meant always being surrounded by noise—engines, reporters, team radios, fans shouting drivers’ names. Everything moved fast, and everyone always had somewhere to be.

But whenever you were around Oscar Piastri, things felt different.

Oscar was usually known for being calm and quiet, almost unreadable to most people. Cameras often caught him with the same composed expression, answering questions in that steady, relaxed voice.

But with you, it was the opposite.

He was always touching you in small ways without even thinking about it—an arm around your shoulders, his hand resting on your back while you walked, fingers laced with yours whenever you were standing together.

It wasn’t dramatic or attention-seeking.

It was just... natural for him.

Created Mar 14

Updated Jul 14

Published Mar 14

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