Cropped out - an Oscar Piastri x OC fic

Chapter 11- Warm

Eliana:
It's race day but since the race isn't until 3, the morning has been pretty chill, and i'm just on my way to meet Carmen for some lunch. I asked Scar if she wanted to join, but she had things to do, promising that we could watch the race together like last time. I meet Carmen outside the Mercedes hospitality, already seated in a secluded table in partial-shade outside. She gets up when she sees me, that warm smile of hers already gracing her face, teeth showing.

"Hi, I saved us a table in the shade."

"Ah perfect, thank you!" I reply, a similar smile on my face.

We both sit down, opposite each other at the table. I'm glad she got one in the shade because i can feel the heat radiating off the floor, making me shiver as a small breeze passes us. We dip in and out of conversation, ordering some drinks and some food, and i can tell that Liv would love her. There's something so real about Carmen that makes me
drawn to her, and im glad that we are becoming better acquainted, possibly even friends.

After i finish my food, i ask "if you don't mind me asking, what do you actually do? Do you work in F1?"

"I do investment, actually, so im not always able to come to the races. But ive always got it on, unless im in a meeting. I need to see how well George is doing, i'm his 3rd biggest supporter, the first two being Alex and Lando!" she laughs at the last part.

I can recognise her dedication to George though, and its inspiring. Investment is no easy job, so it's amazing that she still finds time to support George.

"That lovely." i say, lightly smiling at her.

"It is." she says, her eyes trailing to something behind me.

A chair to the left of me gets pulled back, and a Mr George Russel sits down. Speak of the devil.

"What's lovely and why is it me?" he grins at us.

"It is absolutely nothing." Carmen says, smiling at him. George pouts his lips at her and she smacks his arm playfully.

He turns to me, the pout turning into a smile, "Hello, Eliana. How do you do on this fine Sunday?"

I smile as i respond, "Perfect, actually. Carmen was just telling me some stories about you actually."

His smile drops slightly, whipping his head  towards Carmen, "Which ones."

She just smiles at him, not speaking. "This isn't funny, love. Which ones? If Alex or Lando find out some of those i will be destroyed. Do you hear me? DESTROYED." The pure distress on his face makes me and Carmen burst out laughing, unable to hold it in any more.

"I'm gonna wet myself, carmen please help me!" i practically howl.

"George i-" she cant finish her sentence before she starts laughing again.

"Okay, what the fuck." george says, confusion plastered on his features.

After a few minutes, me and Carmen have recovered from our laughing fit. He doesn't know that carmen didn't tell me anything. Well, she told me one thing ,but that will never be spoken out loud again, because i got a second hand ick from it, good lord.

"I didn't tell her anything, i promise." she says, and George practically deflates.

"That wasnt funny." he glares at us both, a smile tugging at his lips.

"It definitely was." me and Carmen say in unison, grins mirrored on our faces.

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We talk with george for a while, him ordering a drink and some food for his lunch before the race. I've not really heard much about George, but from what ihave, he has completely contradicted all of it. Hes so down to earth, and so just... chill. A perfect match to Carmen. I also like that hes british, and we end up going on a tangent about primary school songs and experiences we didnt realise were universal. I can see why he's Lando and Alex's friend.