"Oscar," I whisper, my eyes darting a round the room, searching for the man who is the only reason i'm in this room with these people. A hand sneaks around my waist, and just based on the roughness of the hand, I know it's his. "I'm here, Calliope," his voice is soft in my ear. I melt into the touch a bit, letting myself relax. -~-~-~-~-~- In which Callie agrees to fake date a Formula 1 driver to help with media attention, but falls in love with him or In which Oscar fake dates the girl he can't stand to gather media attention for his racing career.