𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐄𝐑 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 || Oscar Piastri ⁸¹

The meet

  
LIÈGE, BELGIUM, EUROPE || 29th of July 2024

The meet

It was the morning after the Belgian Grand Prix and the excitement of Oscars podium was only just wearing off. He was just over half a second away from grasping his second ever win, after Russel's disqualification that is.

It had been the final race before the summer break, and Oscar couldn't think of anything worse. Over the past few weeks he had been thriving on the business of his schedule, counting on the rushed days to occupy his mind rather than letting his brain be filled with thoughts of his ex girlfriend. The two had mutually split a few days after the Austrian Grand Prix, and the Australian couldn't get thoughts of her out of his mind. Lily had been his childhood sweetheart, he truly believed a part of him would always love her, but his career had just been too much and had gotten in the way. He loved racing more than anything — maybe that was the problem.

Oscar had tried to move on but couldn't, no matter how hard he tried. It was taking a bigger toll on him than he ever could've imagined. Even his Papaya family were beginning to notice. But with most of his days being ram packed full he had pushed it to the back of his mind, only forcing himself to think of her when he was alone at night — not like that. Purely innocent thoughts would occupy his mind. But he hadn't the heart to let anyone else into his bed, so forcefully he would lay alone at night thinking about her.

But now with it officially being summer break he did not have any way of busing his days. Hence his current situation.

Oscar sat peacefully on a bar stool with a beer bottle in hand. Sorrowfully, he drank his morning away. The clock had barely clicked eleven when Oscar had barrelled his way through the wooden doors of the local bar. He was one of the first to arrive. Getting drunk was not his original plan, however his thoughts were plagued of his ex, he hadn't gotten a wink of sleep the night prior. Lately, he found drink was the only way to forget about her. The moment he sauntered over to the bar, demanding a beverage, the barman had told him no. Claiming that alcohol wasn't available until twelve, however, with a handful of notes being presented to him the barman's mind was swiftly changed.

Oscar took a large swig of his drink when out of the corner of his eye, he noticed a blonde woman, whom had assumed was a barmaid based on the apron wrapped around her waist, and the cloth in her hand. She was beautiful. And the only woman Oscar had caught himself staring at since way before Lily. The Australian abruptly cleared his throat and gulped down another swig of his beer.

Oscar sat in silence for just less than another five minutes before the barmaid wandered towards him. The woman had a spray bottle in hand in which she sprayed across the wooden surface, that Oscar had been using to rest his arms. Her dark cloth brushed across the surface, cleaning all muck from the bar top. Oscar watched her work in fascination. He watched as she subconsciously bit her lip in concentration, and how she tucked her hair behind her ears, to keep the blonde strands out of her face.

"C'est impoli de regarder." The blonde spoke as she shot the boy a glance. "It is rude to stare."

Oscar looked at the blonde dumbfounded. He hadn't a clue that she'd noticed him, let alone wanted to speak to him. And to top that off he had no idea what she had said. "I don't speak French." The racing driver snapped. His tone was clipped, not at all how he had intended it. He slightly flinched at his own tone.

The barmaid nodded but continued to work, not repeating what she had said. Perhaps she doesn't speak English? Oscar thought to himself. Or perhaps she just didn't want to speak to someone who was rude to her. He rethought. "I'm sorry." Oscar both swiftly and softly apologised. The barmaid nodded once again. So, she does understand English.