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maia

maia
oscar
delivered 5 minutes ago

maia
oscar
delivered 3 minutes ago

maia
helloooooo mr. piastri??
delivered 2 minutes ago

maia
so rude i can see you running
around the block and ignoring
me /:
delivered 2 minutes ago

maia
why are you jogging at 3am
delivered 1 minute ago

maia
ugh whatever

maiaugh whatever

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"OSCAR!"

The voice is nearly drowned out by the music blaring in his ears, but it's too recognizable for him to ignore.

Oscar pulls out one of his wireless earbuds and turns his head, stopping in his tracks in front of Maia's house.

He sees her, Maia, standing at the front door in a white tanktop, some pink shorts, and some matching pink sandals to go with them. Her foot is crossed over her ankle as she leans on the doorframe, and her arms are crossed over her chest.

UNTIL THE SONG WAS DONE, oscar piastriWhere stories live. Discover now