ria checked her emails when she finally woke up late that monday morning. she noticed one flagged as "important" from zak, which was sent to both her and oscar.
"strange" she thought to herself. "he never sends anything himself. it must be important." she read the subject of the email, and it was just "media".
gmail
from: zakbrownceo
cc: riasandhu, oscarpiastri
subject: media
dear drivers.
reports have been coming out in the media about you two and your rivalry, especially after that stunt you pulled on thursday. i must reiterate, DO NOT hit each other, otherwise it may result in a fine for unsportsmanlike behaviour or you two losing your seats. to try and recover your public images, we are going to do a video before each race, and each time you two will have to compete against each other. it will be small things, like games and challenges like that, and the first one is going to be the popular icebreaker "21 questions". each of you will have to come up with 10 questions to ask the other person, and the last one will be made by the media team to both of you. please keep your questions appropriate, as the pr team are going to check them over before we film. i expect to see the both of you next thursday in the motorhome at 10am with your questions. email me with any concerns.
zak.
"ugh, what the fuck." she said to herself, forcing herself to get out of the comfortable bed. she had a week and a half to come up with ten questions to ask oscar. it could t be that hard, could it?
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contrary to her belief, coming up with ten questions was very difficult. she couldn't think of much she wanted to know about him, so she settled for a few basic ones, and some kind of interesting ones. the pr team checked them over the morning of filming, and approved all of her questions. the same thing happened with oscar, and she struggled to believe that all of his questions were appropriate.
the pair sat on two orange loveseat style chairs, a round coffee table between them, on which rested ria's tea and oscar's water bottle. ria flicked through her phone to the notes app to open her questions as a notification went off. she saw the word "BeReal" on the top of her screen and immediately pressed on the notification. she held up the phone to take a photo of half her face, whereas the back camera captured a horrific mug of oscar. she was so going to use that against him. she posted it, noticing him so the same thing with his, but he only took the photo in his lap and of the filming crew. how boring.
"3 . . . 2 . . . 1 . . . and take 1." someone behind the camera spoke.
"hello everyone, i'm oscar piastri."
"and it's me, hi, i'm ria sandhu."
"and we're about to do 21 questions. the way it works is i ask ria 10 questions and she asks me 10 questions and we alternate each time. the last question is from the crew to the both of us, and we don't know that one yet. so, um, yeah, let's get cracking." oscar explained.
"i didn't know you could speak for that long." ria snarkily commented.
"i didn't know you could shut up for that long." oscar jabbed back.
"ok guys tone it down a little, we need to actually get through the video before you two rip each other's heads off." said the producer.
