Oscar Piastri mIm

Oscar landed in London after an exhausting journey from Melbourne, and he only realised then what kind of adventure he chose for himself.

This was a new city, in a new country, hell, even on a different continent. And just at the age of 15. But it was worth it, because most of the F4 races are in Europe.

So he got himself a taxi, which took him to Haileybury, where his boarding school was waiting for him. His parents didn't want him to be completely alone, so that's why the decided to sign him in a school like this. It was one of the best in England - and Oscar could only hope he'd find some friends here.

He arrived about an hour later, and got greeted by a few teachers who showed him his drom and the school's main parts. It was January, so he joined in in the middle of the school year - which meant that he has to fit in a class what's already tight-knitted.

On Monday, he walked into the class with an expression which can be called friendly for Oscar, but looks more like a stressed grin for everyone else.

"Everyone, greet Oscar Piastri. He's just moved here from Melbourne." The teacher said, and with that, every person just stared at him. Oscar nervously adjusted that stupid uniform tie. "Look, there's a free seat next to Mr. Zneimer." She pointed at a boy in the middle. Which was you.

Oscar quickly nodded and took a seat next to you. After the class continued, he glanced one at you. And then another one. And another one. Oscar somehow found your aura calming. Somewhat his family's is back home. Yeah, you reminded him of home. And it wasn't attraction - at least not yet... - just some strange sense of comfort you brought to his homesick soul.

"Hey, I'm Oscar." He said quietly with a small but sweet smile, almost like he'd be afraid you'd reject even talking with him.