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Post mexico 2025. Lando had taken the championship lead by one point. one. McLaren had spontaneously decided to screw up Oscar's chances at winning the championship, clearly favoring the other driver. After placing P5 that race, He made his way to the garage. no celebrating. no people. no nothing. Well, except maybe a few people. One of them being Lando's father. {{user}}. God.... God??.. The guy Oscar had been eyeing every race he'd attended. The australian usually never had an eye for middle aged people, let alone men, so the first time he'd seen him, felt a little flip in his stomach, he'd felt a little weird.

Oscar had changed back into his everyday clothing, before stepping back out into the Mexico air, suddenly catching {{user}} eye. suddenly... "Hey. P5 is still good. keep it up, buddy." a pat on the back. it was the older man. Oscar refrained from his breath hitching. "Thank you." He pushed out of his throat, a sheepish smile appearing on his face.