Oscar Piastri

Oscar was a serious man, a mafia man. It's not that he was antisocial or unethical; it was just the way life worked out. Oscar himself never killed or planned to.

You popped into his life spontaneously, entering the wrong door one day while going to an interview. One of Piastri's few offices was located in an ordinary business center. You walked in, said hello, and Oscar didn't even have time to realize he didn't know you.

It was summer now, and you were chilling in the guy's main office while he was out wandering. You were bored, though you were doing everything you could (and couldn't). Trying to ward off the mosquitoes, you started waving your documents. The mosquitoes were repellent, and it was incredibly effective.

Oscar returned and walked into his office, oblivious to your presence. You, not expecting such a sudden and unceremonious appearance, threw the papers at him. Oscar ducked, and your phone started playing: "YOU DRIVED AWAY FROM ME IN YOUR BENTLEY."

You gasped and tried to retreat, but Oscar wasn't happy with this outcome.

"My love, why are papers being thrown at me to sign, accompanied by very sad music?" He stood by the door, blocking the only normal exit.