𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐟𝐥𝐚𝐠; oscar piastri ✔

PART SEVEN

Word count; 2,486

Mirabella

— May 30th, 2023. Barcelona, Spain.

"My trainer is going to kill me but..." Oscar shrugged, holding up two bags of Five Guys takeaway.

I grinned, opening the door to my hotel room wider. He stepped through, dumping them onto a nearby table, emptying the contents.

"I didn't know what you'd like," He explained. "So I got you a selection."

I watched him toss out five or so burgers, a pack of large fries, and a drink of some kind.

Tapping the lid of the drink with his index finger, "They didn't have rum and raisin, funnily enough. So I got you vanilla."

I prompted my brows, meaning, good choice. Sucking on the straw, I savoured the taste of the milkshake. He continued to list all the various burgers.

"Whatever you don't have, I will." He smirked.

I examined my choices, eventually reaching for a standard cheese burger.  He scrumpled the paper bags together, throwing them into a bin beneath the table. Taking a bite from my burger, I closed my eyes briefly.

"Nice?" He chuckled.

"I hate you." I said between mouthfuls.

"How can you hate me? I just bought you food!"

"Because you're an ass." I said, matter-of-fact. "How was your day?"

"Standard. Lot's of reflex practise." He chewed on his burger. "Yours?"

"Good." I smiled. "I napped, walked around a bit, napped some more. Which actually reminds me-" I reached for a fry. "My friend Carla says you're going to have to start paying her for keeping me away from Miami."

"What?" He raised a brow.

"I know." I giggled lightly.

"Is she aware you chose to come here?"

"She is, yes." I giggled again. "She just misses me. I didn't really get to say goodbye in person. Not that that matters, she's been living in Orlando with her girlfriend for the past few months. But we've always stayed in touch. She's the only friend I've had and kept, all because distance never mattered."

"That's sweet." He said softly.

"I think I've seen you more than I've seen her this past month." I winked. "She's afraid that I'm replacing her. Not actually. Just affectionate."

"It's nice to have friends like that." He admitted. "Especially because you travelled so much, right?"

"Right." I rejoined, warmed by the fact he remembered. "Do you want to watch something?"

"Are you sure?" He countered, referring to the last time we watched something together and I balled my eyes out.

I scoffed, "And you wonder why I hate you."

"You don't mean that." He was smirking again.

I headed for the tv, powering on the box and searching for the remote; I had watched a movie earlier and promptly fell asleep on the couch, the remote finding its own dimension to disappear into.

"Here."

Looking up, Oscar had a burger in one hand, the remote in another. I snatched it playfully, scowling at him before slumping onto the sofa. He found a place beside me - a lot closer than Monaco, the couch not as wide. I didn't bother to ask him what he was interested in watching, already knowing the answer. We settled for a film set in the eighties; Some Kind of Wonderful. I'd watched it many times as a kid and couldn't be asked to look for anything else.