THE END | Oscar Piastri

42. idiot

Oscars pov

My Saturday lunch in the hospitality is interrupted when a pair of arms come over my head and places a ribbon wrapped box on the table in front of me. The blond hair that falls in front of my face helps me to instantly identify the giver.

My suspicions are confirms when she sits across from me, her bottom lip drawn between her teeth as she looks at me with anticipation. "What are you waiting for? Open it!" She pushes the box closer to me, then tightly clasps her hands together. Her knuckles turn white from the pressure.

I carefully undo the ribbon, and unwrap the Christmas paper. What lies inside the box is a Jersey. A signed basketball jersey of one of my favorite players.

"It's his. From last season." She says quietly from across the table. My eyes widen. "What... how...?" I can't even form a complete sentence.

"I have connections." She says casually, shrugging a single shoulder. "This is unreal." I'm out of breath, sounding like I just got done running a marathon.

I feel suddenly ashamed, I have nothing to gift her back. "I didn't get you anything." I point out, and she leans over onto the table, her head propped up in one hand. "I didn't expect you to. That's because I didn't have a gift for you at my Christmas party." She explains, pointing to the Jersey I still have clutched in my hands.

The Christmas party I accidentally crashed. The memory is as embarrassing as the original moment. "Still can't believe that happened." Her head drops from her hand as she laughs. She leans back in the chair, crossing her right leg over the left one.

"Don't feel bad, I'm glad you were there." The mixture of her words and her warm smile hits me right in the heart via an arrow, shot right from cupids bow.

I don't even know how to respond. A 'thank you' feels self centered, but no response doesn't feel right either. I mirror her smile.

Her legs uncross, then she crosses the left one over the right one, all while she tucks a small piece of hair behind her ear, then untucks it a mere moments later.

She grabs my arm, turning it over to look at my watch. "I should probably get back to Logan, I told him I'd only be gone for a minute. Hope you like your gift." She rambles, giving me a short side hug that I didn't even have time to register, let alone reciprocate.

She's gone in a blink, and I track her every step until she's out of the hospitality and lost in the swarms of people outside.

"When are you going to put a ring on it?" The unexpected voice behind me causes me to whip my head in its direction. If I didn't experience 3GS every week, I think I would've snapped my neck.

Pato's taken up the seat Savannah was sat in only second prior. His words process in my mind, and I look at him in confusion. "We aren't even together." I catch the disappointment in my own voice.

Pato winces. "Ouch, man. Why not?" He asks, leaning in closer as if I'm about to let him in on the biggest secret. "Because I'm an idiot." It's the truth, and I share it completely straight faced.

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I tried to convince Savannah to watch the race from my garage. She didn't even consider it.

Of course, it was because she came here for Logan and not for me, and she promised me she'd be here the entire Australian weekend to make up for it. I don't know if that made me nervous or excited.