Oscar stepped onto the track before the session started, adjusting his gloves while trying to mentally focus.

Then—

Click.

He looked over immediately.

There you were with the camera already pointed at him.

Again.

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Working as a photographer for McLaren meant living in chaos.

Early mornings. Constant travel. Thousands of photos every weekend.

And drivers who either loved the cameras—

Or hated them.

Oscar Piastri fell firmly into the second category.

At least when it came to you.

Not because your photos were bad.

Actually, they were too good.

You always caught him at the worst possible moments.

Mid-blink.

Fixing his race suit.

Looking annoyed.

Eating.

Walking out of briefings exhausted.

Meanwhile, the McLaren social media team loved every single picture.

Oscar did not.

And unfortunately for him—

You found his irritation hilarious.