𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐟𝐥𝐚𝐠; oscar piastri ✔

PART TWENTY SEVEN

I thought I had a whole plan for this but then i had an epic idea (which i can't tell you guys obvis) so you better buckle up for the ride

Word count; 1,841

Mirabella

I placed three mugs on the countertop, Oscar clincking the jar of instant coffee beside them. Meanwhile, the kettle bubbled away, mixing in the air with Lando's snores. Turning to the kitchen island, I opened up my laptop, sunlight from the window behind us igniting the screen.

"For you." Oscar placed a mug of coffee next to my laptop.

"Thank you." I rotated back, reaching for the mug I presumed to be Lando's; a small act of service as recompense.

Oscar smiled, sipping on his own drink, watching me navigate my way to the sofa. Coincidentally, Lando's eyebrows furrowed, his arms stretching over his head.

"Good morning." I addressed, putting down the coffee.

He squinted at me, sun beams dividing the living room, and sat up a little, regarding Oscar.

"I must've slept in if he is awake." Lando remarked.

"Yeah buddy, you were out cold." Oscar retorted from the kitchen.

"Thank you." He told me, in regards to the drink.

"You're welcome." I smiled, returning to the countertop.

Oscar found a place beside me, leaning over the surface with his elbows, savouring the coffee. It was cheap and months old, though we had no other option.

"What are you doing?" He questioned, narrating the constant tapping on my keyboard.

"I'm..." I clicked a few times, not really processing his question.

I had dreamt of being a singer that night. Though it wasn't me, not really, my hair was a lot shorter, and I played a piano cover of a Billy Joel song - despite not knowing how to play piano. In this dream, I opened for an act by some sort of country artist, I couldn't remember who. And then I woke up, sweat covering my forehead, heart pounding in a kind of anticipation.

"Emailing Bastien." I told him, half expecting him not to remember the composer from Marseille.

Except, Oscar's lips curled. Pride.

Lando choked on his coffee and we darted at him, only for him to explain he's okay, apart from the fact he nearly died. Oscar stifled his laughter.

"What time is work?" I probed quietly.

"Ten."

"You should probably get him in the shower." I advised with a grin.

He sighed, throwing the last of his drink into the back of his mouth, and stood up straight, "Yes mum."

I giggled, eyes following after him as he approached Lando.

NEW EMAIL
TO 'BASTIEN DALLOZ'
𝘀𝘂𝗯𝗷𝗲𝗰𝘁: 𝗿𝗲𝗰𝗼𝗿𝗱𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗶𝗻𝗾𝘂𝗶𝗿𝘆

𝘩𝘪,

𝘴𝘰𝘳𝘳𝘺 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘨𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘵𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘰𝘰𝘯𝘦𝘳. 𝘸𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘷𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢 𝘧𝘢𝘪𝘳 𝘣𝘪𝘵. 𝘪 𝘩𝘰𝘱𝘦 𝘣𝘰𝘵𝘩 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘢𝘮𝘶𝘦𝘭 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘬𝘦𝘦𝘱𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴 𝘵𝘰𝘨𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳.