𝐅𝐀𝐓𝐄, o. piastri

viii. paddock

2nd march 2023, morning
sakhir, bahrain

olivia entered the breakfast hall of the hotel, she wore a brown crop top and a skirt with her favourite converse. her chunky camera and paddock pass hung around her neck as she latched her mclaren hat onto her head.

she immediately made eye contact with oscar from across the hall. he's lips instantly curling up as he waved her over.

"morning boys." she greeted. oscar was having breakfast with lando and their race engineers.

"lads, this is olivia. my best friend." oscar introduced her as she took the place next to him, "liv, this is my engineer tom, lando's engineer william and lando."

"so you're the famous olivia that oscar talks about so much." tom commented and olivia smirked at the aussie. oscar blushed slightly.

"awh, you talk about me piastri?"

"one time he started talking about you over the radio during testing." the group laughed as oscar hid his face.

"oh my god." he mumbled. olivia pouted and smiled at the same time, raising her hand to rub his back as she let out a giggle.

"what was he saying?"

"i don't even know," tom confessed, "some story about the time you went karting and took walkie talkies and you pretended to be his race engineer."

"oh my god, i remember that!" olivia exclaimed as the memory came to her, "we were like 12 years old."

olivia order herself some waffles as the men returned to talking about business, she busied herself scrolling through her phone till she heard lando call to her.

"do you like photography?" olivia smiled and looked down at the camera, nodding.

"it's a more recent hobby." oscar added, "the first week she took pictures of everything."

olivia let out a breathy laugh, "there's like 200 close up pictures of you, de and caleb on my laptop."

"i think you went a tad overboard."

"do you post the pictures you take?" lando questioned, bringing olivia's attention back to him.

"i post some on my instagram story?"

"you should make a jpgs account." the british driver bit his lip to stop from smiling too wide and oscar rolled his eyes.

"i swear, lando, you have to stop telling everyone to make a jpgs account." oscar huffed.

"just because you're boring and won't make one doesn't mean others can't, oscar." lando prompted. olivia laughed at their exchange.

"actually a photography account doesn't sound too bad." she glanced at oscar who shook his head with a smile at the fact that lando was able to convince another person to make a jpg account. "i'll have somewhere to put all the pictures i take this weekend."

"yes, exactly." lando cheered, "i think i like her better than you oscar."

"you've known her 5 minutes, mate. she hasn't become insufferable yet." olivia gasped and nudged oscar in the arm. the aussie frowned and rubbed the spot as she smiled, satisfied. lando let out a hearty laugh.

the trio chatted a little longer until someone in a team shirt came to inform them the car had arrived. olivia got to ride with the drivers to the paddock that day, it was only media day but oscar insisted she tag along.

the brunette was excited, she had been to many formula 1 races over the years but never with paddock passes.

olivia was mesmerised the second she stepped through the barriers. the various colours for different teams and logos plastered on the garages practically took her breath away.