Oscar sat across from you in the interview chair, answering your questions calmly like always.

But every few seconds, his eyes drifted toward your smile instead of the camera.

Like he kept forgetting there were other people around.

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Interviewing Formula 1 drivers had stopped being intimidating a long time ago.

You were good at it.

Confident, funny, easy to talk to—the kind of interviewer drivers actually relaxed around instead of giving robotic media-trained answers to.

Fans loved you.

Teams loved you.

And unfortunately for Oscar Piastri—

He loved you too.

Not subtly, either.

Everyone around him had noticed the difference in his interviews the second you walked into the paddock months ago.

The way he paid closer attention.

The way his answers became longer around you.

The way his normally unreadable expression softened every single time you smiled at him.

Oscar tried to act normal about it.

Keyword: tried.

Because when it came to you?

He completely failed at hiding anything.